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"We are all dying a slow and painful death called life"
Heavy rain poured down from the angry skies, and the rumble of thunder shook the ground. A jagged dagger of lightning shot from the heavens, slicing the sky in two. Trees were nearly torn out by their roots from the blasts of wind, and abandoned papers were shredded in midair. All the people of the town had retreated back to their warm homes, and the streets were empty. Not a living soul was outside in this nasty weather, yet a single form sheltered in a flooded alley.
It was a young girl with dull sea-green eyes, her face showing no emotion and worn from years of pain and sorrow. The gray, filthy cloth around her was soaking her to the bone, and her hair clung onto her face in matted clumps. Bony fingers were wrapped around her knees as the raindrops fell like bullets around her, and she shivered in the freezing rain. But she knew she was forgotten in this tragic time, for the girl was seen by everyone everyday, yet their eyes were blank as if she wasn’t there.
The girl looked up at the lit windows of the home near her. Two boys sat in front of the glass, their noses pressed against the panels and grinning carelessly. Their mother could be made behind them, smiling and holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Looking down, the girl noticed her own cup made of a simple rusty can, compared to their fancy, hand-painted mugs. She drank rainwater if she was lucky.
Clutching the rags closer to her bony body, she thought of the Christmas foods that the people would be serving at their tables. Turkeys, pastries, puddings, and other delicacies floated in her mind, and the girl drooled as they soared by her eyes. In her finger, she held the last remnants of a sardine, and took a thing bone to pick her teeth. Leaning back on the brick wall, her eyes closed slowly. The rhythmic pitter-patter sound of the rain slowly lulled her to sleep. The fear and icy moments of her dreadful life faded away, soon replaced by a warm peaceful feeling. The sky was gloomy and silent as a solitary star fell from the darkness.
As the first rays of light shone out from the murky clouds, the rain began to stop, and people poked their heads out their doors. Slowly, the streets filled with busy crowds, and women gathered to gossip about Christmas Eve. Nobody noticed the limp body in the alley. They just shoved by as if it was merely nothing. The girl’s spirit had already left her body that night, and her face showed no pain. On it was a thin smile, and her eyes were closed. They weren’t of happiness, but instead the look of deep thought. And there was something else in her dull emerald eyes.
It was desire to be loved, and to never be forgotten.
