3. A Stroll Through The Meadow
I walk out of the front door and walk down the dead street. I live in the middle of nowhere (management told me to live here (along with the lads) to stay away from the fans (but we want to be with them)) and the only thing that I can walk to is a meadow just down the street.
I get there to see a girl sitting in the middle of the meadow picking flowers. She has light blonde hair and is tan. I walk over and she looks up. She smiles and I sit down next to her.
"Are you a fan?" I asked.
"Yes." She replied.
"Well...how did you find me?" I asked.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, "I come here all the time." She added.
"Oh..." I said and looked into her green eyes, "What's your name love?" I asked and she giggled.
"My name's Brittany." She replied.
"Well Brittany, I would love to meet your parents one day." I said and she looked down at the flowers.
"You can't. I don't have parents." Brittany said.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"Well...my mom died and my dad...I don't call him my parent because he beats me..." Brittany replied and I saw a glimpse of black on her back when she laid back on the ground.
"Wait, sit back up." I said and she sat up, looking curiously at me.
"What?" Brittany asked. I didn't answer her back moved her hair to see a black and blue mark...that looked like a fist.
"Who did this?" I asked and she covered her back with her hair.
"My dad." Brittany replied and started picking more flowers. She stopped when she had a handful. She looked across the meadow at a stone popping out of the ground. She sighed as a tear ran down her face.
"Was your mom buried here?" I asked and she nodded.
"These are for her." Brittany replied.