“The Field”: those are two words that I will never forget and remember really well. Those two words bring up so many memories some that I will oh so ever will be able to trade anything in the world to forget, but some of them I would love to keep and hold them the closest to my heart. I can see these memories so well that it seems like these had just happened mere hors ago. Even this sometimes freaks me out, and it makes myself think and I begin to feel that my life wasn’t as big and in time a full 3 years could equal a full just small 3 hours. So today I am going to be telling you about one of the worst things to have ever happened to me and I blame myself for everything, and I’m sure you will agree.

There is a field in the deep downtown heart of New York, Manhattan near 14st only a few blocks from my house. At 930 east, 4th walk right there next to the FDR drive. The field had looked so beautiful when I had first seen it as a child and I had even fantasized about it. It had many different perks they had wildflowers, tourist, parks and felids’. The place was like a magnet it had attracted people that had lived there for years and they had still marveled at it like it was brand new and it had never been seen before. These days I see it has a whole different sometimes in my head I like to compare it to a Venus fly trap. I see it like that because of its properties, it will lure the people in to the place with its flowers and the pretty colors and attractions but the with one false move or step and the park becomes your enemy and it becomes final the plant has closed up and will never open up, even with you inside of it. As a child I had never seen it like this I had always seen it as a place to play or hang out. Or maybe come and sit on a bench and try to decide your purpose in life and even look up into the sky and try to find shapes in the clouds as how you had when you were a little kid. Now my mind flashes to a place called Elysium; a place where souls went to when they had a perfect life, they had done no wrong and had changed the world one way or another. But now I can see its true nature it had an evil aura and it wasn’t heaven it was more like HELL. Before the incident I can remember having a great childhood and it was simply to say in a way perfect.

I can remember on one occasion that I had traveled there with my sister. I had just turned 10 and my sister 9 and it felt great we both had adrenaline pumping threw our veins and it felt like I was going at light speed and even my sister could not keep up with me but at that one moment being fast was my kryptonite and then something went suddenly wrong.

I had just turned my back for a measly second and like it was magic she disappeared. At first I had begun to think that she was playing one of her devilish tricks so I called out her name “skyla” “skyla”. But then something hit me in the stomach like I and just been shot at with a shotgun and I doubled over wit realization, that I had just lost my sister and it was my entire fault. At first I had ran around like a person on an illegal drug. I ran and ran but even through the pain I could not find her and in the end after 20 minutes of searching I lay down on the grass and nearly passed out. But then something had just happened that scared me out of my wits. Out of nowhere I felt something tap me on my shoulder; I nearly had a heart attack. I turned over onto my back and threw the sunlight I had thought that my sister was speaking to me and I believed that she was an angel and she was here to haunt me for the rest of my life for being a horrible brother. So I turned back over and I dismissed the idea and sat on the ground and began to cry but then this “thing” kept calling and I turned back over and yelled “ leave me alone” “I’m sorry I lost you it wasn’t my fault”. I silently sobbed then out of nowhere; I felt a hand go over my face and immediately had known that someone had just slapped me. ”Get up you big baby you didn’t lose me I’m right here, I was in the bathroom”. I got up off the ground still crying and not knowing why then she asked what I was doing and long story short between my sobs I told her what happened how I ran around looking but before I could finish her arms wrapped around me and she was hugging me and the quietly she whispered,” I love you are the best brother ever” and with that we left and never returned.

These days I see the field in a new way; as if I had been blind all these years and I was just learning how to see. Back then when this fist happened I had never wanted to look at the place again but over the years I came to realize that no matter how hard I tried it would still be there. But even to get off topic I and my sister don’t go any more: we got to old and we got more responsibilities. Sometimes I feel like going there and tearing it down by myself but I know I can’t because even if I tried I would fail. But even I am not dumb I know for sure I will not be the last tragic story there and the field will have its victims: no matter what.