Her father told her she did not need any help, especially not some witch of a healer messing around. It would be of no use to tell the guard because then other people would just find out what had happened to her. No, it would be better to remain silent and to go on with life as usual, she would eventually forget. When she was married hopefully her husband would not notice anything amiss.
But she could not forget. Even if they had not carved that cruel mark in her side she knew she would remember. At night she saw their faces, heard their voices, relived the agony. The only thing she could not remember was when she had last slept. Dark shadows were under her eyes, showing on her pale thin face like ink on parchment. Her father had told her to sleep, but she could not. He had also told her to eat but she had no appetite. She tried but she was fed up. Life did not seem worth it when it was this miserable.
After breakfast her father went to the fields and Emily scraped off her plate to the pigs. At least the pigs were fleshing out nicely, when slaughtering day came her father would have a lot to sell to the butcher. The thought of pork turned Emily's empty stomach. She walked across the farmyard and to the barn where she found some rope. It would be easy to throw the rope over the rafters, but Emily wanted to talk to her mother first. Emily coiled the rope over her elbow and began an unsteady walk.
Her father had said it's a good thing her mother wasn't alive to know what those men had done to her daughter, but Emily selfishly thought her mother would be a comfort to her if she was still in this world. Emily weaved through the headstones, then knelt at her mother's plot.
"Hi Mama, sorry I haven't been over for a while..." Emily started, then got choked up. She expected to start crying but the tears would not come. She stared at the stone, not knowing what to say next. Finally she said, "You probably wouldn't want this
, and it'll break Pa's heart but I can't stand this anymore. We'll be together soon."
Emily stood up and looked around. There was a willow tree nearby that would work but Emily could picture her mother watching from her grave and decided to use a more distant spot. She walked away from the graveyard and wandered away, trying to find a good place to die.
Without knowing where she was going she came to the old seamstress shop, where Pansy used to work. Emily had heard of how the seamstress had taken her own life. Emily did not know why Pansy had killed herself but decided that this would be as good a place as any. She tied a noose in the rope and threw it over a limb. She rolled a log under the limb, stood on it and slipped the noose over her throat. She tried to come up with the courage to jump.