The End

I wrote this chapter years ago and have just found it again and have decided to carry it on! :)

 

The piece of green ribbon fluttered against the barbed wire where it had become caught; the frayed edges of the bright material blowing lazily in the light breeze. Jane lay in the long grass beside the fence watching it as it danced before her bright hazel eyes. Her long caramel ringlets lay on the grass around her head, like a golden halo, as she ran her long fingers along the barbs of the fence, savouring the bitterness of their touch. She wore a loose cream strap dress decorated with deep purple flowers, which reached just below her knees, and her feet were bare. Next to her on the grass lay a small book. On the cover was a painting of a lily and beneath it in her favourite black ink Jane had written her name:

 

Jane Elizabeth Knox

 

Inside the book was page after page filled with the same beautiful hand, telling, in detail the story of her life.

Jane sat up and picked up the book. The guilt of what she had written inside seemed to burn her fingers and she dropped it into her lap, frowning at it and trying to decide what to do. After a couple of minutes she picked it up again and pulled a black fountain pen from its hiding place in the spine of the book. Removing the lid of the pen she opened the book to the last page and wrote one last entry. Then she closed the book, putting the lid back on the pen. She looked at the diary, relief washing over her. Finally she had finished, it was all here, everything that had happened was in this book. Every emotion she had felt since it all began was down on the pages, and now she could finally forget, finally let go and get on with the rest of her life.

Grabbing the front cover of the book she pulled, so that the cover and the paper were pulled apart. Jane now sat with the cover of the book in one hand and the pages of her diary in the other. She smiled, a sad weary smile and stood up, dropping the pages back into the long grass. Then without looking back she walked away, the pen and the cover with her name on it still in her hands. She would never return to this place, of that she was certain.

 

The wind tugged at the green ribbon, freeing it from the sharp barbs of wire. It floated for a moment before dropping down, its ragged ends caressing the pages of a coverless book. Then the wind caught it again and it was carried away, over the tall grass, oblivious to the pain filled words that it had touched for just a moment on those abandoned pages.

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[EMP]

this is so good! i think also that if this fab book was ever made into a film (i would have to be in it) but no, it would have to have the tune 'the diary of jane' cos i had it in my head while i read it ;)