"You could be a Traveler, Ash," I suggest. "You could run through the woods. You could see the world." Eversong groans loudly in relief. At least I think it's relief. I turn around and she's covered in sores. This time, I let a large scream escape.
"Eversong!" Ash screeches. He picks her up out of the water and lays her on the cool, morning grass with a blanket of dew. Tears are running down his cheeks.
"It hurts..." she says in a faint voice, and I realize that the sores aren't just covering her skin. They're coating her throat. She can barely breathe.
"Shh, baby. Shhhhhhhhh..." Ash calms her down while I quietly hyperventilate. He knows I can't handle this. He begins to sing, and it is an angelic voice I've never heard before. "Under the willow tree by a pond..." he warbles, and all of a sudden, Eversong's breathing stops abruptly.
"N~No." I stand up as Ash holds her limp, tiny hand. God, you can't even tell who she is anymore, those sores are so huge. Pus starts to come out, and it emits a foul, foul odor. But I can barely smell it. Disbelief is clogging up all of my senses. "Eversong Evangeline Morris! ANSWER ME!" I scream in her once beautiful face. No response. No even a grunt from the little angel. "NO!" Ash has to hold me back from jumping on top of her body to see if she's still alive, but I know she isn't.
Eversong Evangeline Morris, my little baby, the eight~year~old whom I claimed as my own, is dead.
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Teen FictionImagine a world with no electronics. All of it gone. Now that the world is forced to live like people did 400 years ago, people realize how lazy humankind has become. But the unplugged world begins to take its toll. It all starts with a small co...
