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Everybody has questions. And somebody, somewhere will have an answer. But every once in awhile a question goes unanswered, buried until someone comes along to answer it. I’ve seen one question buried and forgotten. What happened to Lucy? I thought the question would never be remembered. I thought no one would ever be haunted by it again. I thought my life was over, and like the question, was forgotten. I was wrong.



When I was a little girl I used to love to sit underneath the willow tree by the river and play with my doll. To my seven year old mind, I was safe under those branches. I felt like the leaves flowing down to caress the ground were too beautiful to hold any evil. Playing under the tree made me feel like a princess. And the doll... the doll that I had dragged around with me since the age of three. She made the fantasies more real than ever. She had long black hair that fell in curls to her waist. Her eyes…as black as midnight. I would stare at her for hours, wishing I would look like her when i grew up. When I turned 15, my dreams were dashed when I looked in the mirror. Blond hair, green eyes, perfect English lady. I cried as I stared at the exotic doll and watched my dreams fade away. She was put into a box in my mother’s room, and forgotten.



Two months later I visited the willow tree for the last time. October 31, 1918. I swear I felt two cold hands push me into the icy river. And I swear I saw two pitch black eyes staring at me.



I listened to my family after my death. That question and dream whispered from my mother’s mouth and would haunt her for years before she would finally bury it. “What happened to Lucy?”



You can forget a lot of things. You can bury them and never see them again. There is only one thing that cannot be forgotten. Dreams. You can bury them, but they will be dug up. You can forget them, but they will be remembered. And like a person that is forgotten, dreams become angry over time. It gets to the point that when you finally remember them, they aren’t worth remembering anymore. And all you want to do is bury them and walk away. You can walk away, but they will follow you as nightmares.

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captainglobehead
01:10 Apr 19 2013

Very interesting concept.



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