How I got the Inspiration for Behind These Hazel Eyes
It was January over Winter Break. I was asleep in my old-fashioned bed, under my covers. I was dreaming about the Civil War, and it wasn't uncommon; I'm a history buff.
I was hiding in a giant house, peering out of lace covered curtains. I could hear people coming and I was terrified out of my mind.
A tall handsome man comes into the room his large footfalls covering up the sounds of hoofbeats. His voice is gentle and desperately pleading with me to hide away. He says we can avoide the danger; everything will be all right. I shake my head, and curls I never knew I had swish over my face. I push him aside trying to hide him when another man is shouting outside at the house. I tell the man next to me to leave and he does.
A girl appears out of the hallway. She is wearing a blue dress that is beautiful, and her hair is the color of honey. She holds me back and walks out the door. The men take her near the tree, and she now has a noose around her neck. A drumroll is given, and a large snap is heard. I don't know who this girl is, but tears fill my eyes.
I sneak out the back way, and head into the forest surrounding the house. I start to run no knowing where my feet are taking me. A glance back tells me that no one has seen me or headed to my direction.
I turn forward again, and a cabin appears in a small clearing.
The man I met before runs out of the cabin, in apparent despair. He sinks to the ground, and starts to sob. An older man follows him out of the cabin and pats his shoulder, trying to comfort him, yet it appears to be useless.
I trudge into the clearing, and stupidly step on a twig. The handsome man stops sobbing, and raises his head, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
He looks at me blankly. His eyes then widen, and runs toward me. He reaches me in seconds. I am swooped up into his arms. Then I am lowered, my face cracked with a smile.
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