The girl runs to the bland, scorching field of old regrets and mistakes, that place which she comes back to once in a while to pull old things out, not to learn from the mistake, but to do it again. A new one that she pulls out, dusty and green surrounds the outer musty edges. She sways as if unbalanced, and flings her hair over her shoulder. The long blonde, ash hair falls behind. She whispers with her hazel green eyes: “Follow…” Through the woods she runs, long stretching legs grasp the mud that falls beneath her. The sun follows her too, grabbing her face, and tanning it ever so slightly. Her golden skin relishes the heat. To the ruins she runs, soaking in the water puddles that she steps in. She drops her woven bracelet that the grass has given her, but she doesn’t even look behind to grab it; she keeps running, and searching as if she is looking for something better in life. She believes that people can’t accept her, but it’s not her, it is her mistakes. Sunlight shines through the woods and catches her prism eyes, taking the light and energy and trapping it. She sneers as if the heat is piercing her. Her eyes lead muddy and unclear. Soon you realize that the girl you have followed, the girl that you thought was fixing her mistake, is just making another one. You try to escape her grasp. You turn, but you slip and fall, and she laughs as if she knew you were going to make a fool out of yourself. She hopes you didn’t see her laugh, but you did. So she starts to tear up, making her hazel green eyes turn into washed chalk. You try to get up off the cherry feathered ground, but you already have; you start to walk away. It was just a game. She strives for attention, you walk away, you are forgotten.