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Rainfall.
That was the only sound upont hat cold evening. Rain fell steadily, producing a rythmic sound as it filled overflowing potholes and struck bending leaves.
Blades of grass raised their hands to greet the water, setting loose the collection of smells that we call: "earth."
A cold wind blew across the central park. Cold in its own forbidding wake.
She sat alone within the hallow of the old willow that rested near the lake. She was soaked to the bone. Her wavey, auburn hair stuck to the back of her neck and her cheekbones. She was caked with mud up to her knees.
She could hear the rain falling and the gentle dryad within the bark of the tree croonig to her. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she hugged her legs. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks and she shook with cold.
She was faintly aware of the streetlamps beginning to fade itno the night and leaving her in complete darkness.
Sitting up, the young teen pushed her hair out of her face and pressed grubby fists against her welling eyes.
She hurt. Why was no one looking for her? She felt so alone. Why must they hurt her so?
A memory brushed her thoughts as she closed her eyes again.
~ A group of "them" were standing around her. Jeering. Laughing.
An older boy shooved her in the shoulder again, coaxing her more. When she turned away, he threw her to the grownd and kicked her.
She had put up a gight for as long as she could. Landed a few hits on him and gave him a bloody nose and a swollen knee...~
She couldn't remember much of what happened after that. She was only aware of the pain. They had ripped her skirt, split her lip, kicked her, and finally cracked her glasses.
That was what "they" always did. Sinse before she could remember. Teased her, harrassed her for ating different. And now she was hiding. She clutched her belongings to her chest and began to cry again.
Why must they be so mean?
Why must she be harrassed for wearing black, or glasses, or having a differnt opinion, or being silent?
She had finally had enough. She wanted to feel wanted again; accepted and loved.
Raising her head, she opened her mouth and screamed.
It rang off of the trees and far off buildings, redoubling upon itself until finally- silence.
Wouldn't anyone come looking for her?
She felt herself begining to cry again. Her ribs hurt.
Why was no one looking for her?
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Sad, Depressing, I know....but strangely, I like it..... xp
 kindreanselkie · Mon Sep 19, 2005 @ 04:24am · 0 Comments |
