It was autumn, the leaves were slowly turning orange, before turning brown and falling off the trees, and then gracefully, drifting to the dusty forest floor.
The blowing wind came from different directions, blowing my long, wavy auburn hair in front of my pale face.
I stood there as still as any statue alone.
Waiting and waiting, expecting him to come at any time before doing the job.
The air around me smelled of salt and tobacco, we were near the sea.
I bid my last farewells to the world, just before I heard his gruff boots and low mumbling.
I closed my eyes, not being able to controll the tears making there way down my face.
He took me from my daughter and now he's going to kill me.
He brought the axe up above his shoulders, and in one swift movement, everything ended.
I was dead, the funny thing was I didn't feel dead, I felt tired and despretly wanted to sleep.
I got up and looked down, to see me decapitated body.
My head was far from my body, with my thick hair surrounding my face.
My murderer came back, and picked up my remians.
I wanted to follow, to see where he was taking me, but I couldn't move.
I was stuck as nothing but the wind.