“Amethyst,” A Short Story

Creek. As the mailbox lid was lowered.

Mailbox opened.

A black box with a pink bow awaited her.

She got inside. She gently pulled the bow’s end.

She punctured the tape holding the box together. And revealed what was inside.

An amethyst ring with moonstones making a halo around it accompanied by a note. “This is to help you with your healing,” in handwritten script.

She looked out towards her living room.

She put the ring back up, taped up the box, put the ribbon back on, and took the note outside.

The long lighter lit and up in flames the letter went.

“I hope you get the help you need,” the song played.

She watched it burn and thought, “I hope this helps your healing.”

She left its ashes in the pit and went inside and locked up the door, took a bath, lit the candles, and went to sleep.

The next morning, she got up. She brewed the coffee. And she stood over the ashes; they were gone.

“The wind from the storm must’ve taken you away,” she thought, “not much resistance.”

Buzz buzz.

She picked up her phone, Martha was calling. “Hello,” she said. Martha said, “Want to meet me at Oliver’s?” She said, “Yeah! Let

me get dressed. I’ll meet you in thirty.”

She brushed her blonde hair, got clothes on, sprayed her signature scent, Chanel No 5, and headed out the door after setting the alarms.

She decided to take the side by side instead of the car down there. It was all a country field with a few hills and valleys, kind of like life.

Her gold necklace was completed by the sun.

She picked up her phone to let Oliver and Martha know she was almost there, she looked up, and she was about to run off the road and it was going to be bad.

She made a split decision after a few seconds of deciding which would be worse out of fear, and she jumped out of the side by side.

She was flying towards the hill she was about to hit. The side by side went off the road.

She hit the hill. In pain, she fell to the ground. Because of the weight slamming into the hill, dirt fell on top of her.

She pulled herself out of the dirt and brushed it off. She drug herself around and looked towards where people could be. At one point, she was cold. And wasn’t really there.

Martha checked her location after thirty minutes later and saw she was stagnant. Oliver and she came running. By that time, a lady found her and called 911. Martha and Oliver located her as the EMTs were lifting her up. “No!” Oliver screamed as he tried to help lift her up. “No is right, son, don’t touch her, it could hurt her,” the EMT said.

The lady went with her to the hospital in the ambulance, she was in and out, she seemed familiar. Weak and in pain, she waited for her turn at the emergency room. In agony, she walked to the door and looked inside. She was weak, borderline panting, low energy, holding her abdomen. She touched the glass with her hand, felt the cold sensation, her eyes looked to the side. This is when she realized that her name was Amethyst.

Song reference:

“Truth Tea” by Zolita