Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

She ran out into the rain. Droplets hitting her like bees. The winds made her hair cover her face. Thunder drowned out the sobs. If anyone saw her they'd think she was just running. Because the rain hid her tears, the wind made her red nose look normal. She just kept going, into the woods. She stumbled but didn't stop.
She reached the clearing. She tripped over a downed branch. She sat there, her hands pulling at the dirt. She was dripping but she didn't move. The rain slowly stopped, clouds revealing a full moon. She looked up, wishing for everything to just end.
The moonlight highlighted the ever going tears. He was 20 feet in front of her. She stood up and threw a handful of dirt at him. "Go!" She screamed as she cried.
"Hey," he took a step forward, holding a hand out.
"No! I said go!" She turned around. He was in front of her now, closer. She dropped to the ground, her legs giving out. He caught her before she fell. She cried into his shoulder, hugging him for dear life.
"Hey, stuff like this happens. There's nothing you could have done. Shh, it's ok Rosa."
"No, it's not. I hang out with people like you. If things like you didn't exist, Ahlia would still be here. That thing isn't her!" the memory of her childhood friend tearing someones throughout in her living room played over and over.
"Shh Shh. It's no one's fault." He rubbed her hair. She cried her self to sleep and he ran her home. He laid her on her bed, kissed her forehead. He cleaned up the body in her living room. There was a note from Ahlia. He sighed. 'If people like me didn't exist...'