Adam as a teenager, another couple of paragraphs into his dark life. This one isn’t my favourite, but I hope you enjoy!
Daisy was perfect. She wasn’t flawed in any way. Her beautiful long brunette hair swished in the wind as she lay in the bright green spring meadow. “Adam, come here!” She laughed, pulling him into the long, tall grass. They both giggled simultaneously. “Dais, look at your tiny hands.” Adam smiled, taking her miniature hands in his. “I don’t know how they could be so small, you’re so delicate!” He laughed, brushing his lips against hers, seeing into her beautiful ocean blue eyes. In that moment they were perfect. “Hey let’s go for a walk! How about we go to that treehouse? It’s not far from here!” Daisy grinned, pulling Adam behind her.
As they walked through the woods, the beautiful sunshine shone through the dark, green trees. They arrived the treehouse quickly, and began climbing. “It reminds me of being 8 again!” Daisy laughed, securing her feet in rickety footholds and she climbed up to the treehouse. As she arrived at the top, an old bell chimed in the wind. “Adam come up here! Look at the view!” She shouted, urging him to climb faster. Exhausted, he plonked down on the ground, hanging his feet over the edge of the treehouse. “Isn’t this wonderful, being a child was the life!” Daisy smiled, holding Adams hand. “You didn’t know me then…” He squeezed her hand tighter. “I know, but don’t you remember all those great family times?” She grinned, squinting through the trees at the sun. “But you prefer it now?” Adam tried, squeezing Daisy’s hand a little too tight. “Ouch stop squeezing me so tight!” She cried, trying to pull her hand free. Adam stood up, pulling daisy with him. “Tell me you like it better with me!” He yelled, pushing her to the hard, wooden ground. She felt up to her head, sticky, dark blood covered her fingers. “Adam I’m bleeding, stop it please” she cried, tears rolled down her face like a river. He never stopped. A first kill.
He wandered into the meadow, an eerie calm ran through his veins. Collecting flowers, he picked many Daisy’s, daffodils, buttercups and a single yellow rose he found at the edge of the woods. Climbing back up the treehouse, he sat by his beloved girlfriend’s bruised and bloody body which he had covered in flowers. He smiled, placing a daisy over her heart.
“Daisy, daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy, all for the love of you.”