Utterly Mad

Amy stared from her hay bed at the short roof. It was dull, brown, and unlivly. Amy stared at the roof and kept herself lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't talked since she buried her Ma's grave, but even then it was grotesque sobbing mixed with mumbled words of goodbyes. She laid down looking up and fiddled the keys to the hen coop. They were useless now, but the only thing she had left of the old home and what life was before. Sometimes she'd tear up and cry a little bit more as she rubbed the coppery metal, and other times a fire would burn through her and jab at the side of her hay bed with the keys screaming revenge in her mind. Things had slowly become more like this. Simply, and calmly staring up at the roof. Not moving much, not saying much. Just thinking.

The knock phased her not. It was probably her Aunt, who she couldn't bare to look at; she resembled too much like her mother. She glanced at his brother to see what he would do.