Beatrice Finally Found Her home

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As a child, Beatrice wasn’t like the other kids. She loved dead things and found beauty in those dying around her. Her mother was always scolding her: “Bea! Why can’t you “Bea” like everybody else? You don’t have any friends. Everybody thinks you are weird. Why can’t you “Bea” normal?” Beatrice hated being called “Bea”. Every time she heard it, all she heard was “Why can’t you “Bea” like…”

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As she got older, she tried to act like everyone else. She was tired of being lonely. When she was out with others, she tried to act normal but she was always stressed. It was too hard to “fake it”. The more time she spent by herself, the happier she was. She could just be herself. No judgements. Not accusations. Not having to worry if she said something weird. She could be herself.

She also started hearing voices. They seemed to come from the ground wherever she stepped. The voices got louder and louder and gave her instructions that she should go to the Orange Meadow. She’d heard about the place. Most people avoided it. Said that there was something wrong about the area.

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Heading out to the Orange Meadow, all Beatrice saw was a field of bright orange flowers. The voices were louder and guided her to the middle of the field. “Lie down. We have been waiting for you. Join us and you’ll be happy.”

As Beatrice laid down, the head of each orange flower oozed a black ichor that joined and flowed towards her. “It’s okay,” the voices said. “It’s okay.” The ichor flowed into shapes of gravestones and dead trees. It also flowed over her body until she was totally covered and could not see. What seemed like forever, she heard “It’s okay. You’re home.”

Beatrice opened her eyes and the black ooze turned to ash as it fell off her body. She was struck by a beautiful castle in the distance. The gravestones were engraved with the names of her family and friends. On the ground in front of her, she saw a message scrawled in black. “Welcome home. You can be whomever you want. This is your world and your home.”

Beatrice smiled as she walked past the graves. “Home,” she whispered to herself.