Swept away

Prologue

This is my first story. I am not the best at English, so if you find any mistakes please comment them. The rest of story is much more relaxed than the Prologue. Enjoy.

Prologue

It was April. The sun was shining at its brightest, but Hedwig Charlotte Kelly's mind was clouded.

Half a year ago it started. Headaches, as if somebody had tried to pull a nail through her Scull. They started coming back. First once a week, but then it became more and more frequent.

When her younger sister Auriel Felin Kelly was born two months premature on the 2nd January. The headaches became a daily pain, which led to Hedwig becoming used to them, and with her father in America and her mother spending most of her time caring for her youngest sister. Hedwig started to care more for her sister's health than for her own.

In April her father came to visit for the first time, after he had been working for six month in the US. It was the first time in months that a conversation was about her and not the person she was talking to.

When she told him about the headaches he got really worried and booked a doctors appointment for the next day. They went to the appointment and got a diagnosis. Brain tumour in the latter phases.

When they got home Hedwig went to bed and cried for hours on end. She wanted to do so many things in her life, it wasn't fair. She wanted to study, find the love of her life and just life her live to the highest potential, but she couldn't. She would never get anywhere. She would never go to New Zealand, China or Brazil, or anywhere outside of this tiny land called Great Britain.

After she had heard everybody in the house go to bed and close their doors, she got up and put on the dress she was supposed to wear to the end of GCSE dance next month. It was made out of long red silk, ruffled at the bottom, with a high neckline, which made it look old fashioned and very modest at the same time. She curled her hair and applied a little make-up.

She left the house and started to run.

After 10 minutes of running bare foot, her feet where bleeding, but she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel anything.

It was a windy night, as she reached the top of the cliff, the waves were crushing against the rock.

She sat down and waited for the first light.

As the sky turned red, she climbed over the fence surrounding the cliff and let her body drop into the foaming water.

A body, to bury, was never found. All they could do was to put up a sign, where she had jumped to remember her by. It was right next to the sea, so if her spirit ever returned, it could smell the sea she had loved so much.