Just a short drabble.

I wrote this at night, when there was a storm going on outside.

I don't know if it's good, I never know that...

So, I hope you tell me if it's any good.

Please. Review.


Outside her window, the strong wind blew, making every tree move dangerously.

She watched how they shook from the left to the right. She waited for the first sound of thunder, and when there was a loud grumble from above, her body shook fiercely.

The girl was alone. Her parents were gone for the night, and she knew that they didn't even think of her during the party they were at.

Outside the storm became worse, and at that moment…The girl felt it.

A feeling not everyone gets, but when you do. Something's wrong.

The feeling you have, when you see a car coming closer.

When you aren't fast enough to move.

When you see eyes widen.

When you hear them scream your name.

The feeling. That you're going to die.

She closed her eyes. And tried to ignore the images, that shot through her head.

She tried to block out every thought.

"Please," she whispered to herself. No one heard her. She was alone, after all.

After her beg, only thunder was heard. She didn't have the courage to do anything more.

She watched the silhouettes of her stuff, inside her room. Her eyes stopped at the one of her abandoned guitar. She hadn't used it, because music had disappeared out of her life.

Once, she had been someone no one saw. Until the tables turned.

Her life was so perfect, those days.

But things change, when you don't want them to.

And so everything was gone again. Fallen apart. Forgotten.

The girl was shattered. Broken. She thought nobody would care.

The girl looked out of the window again, a little bit of moonlight fell on her face. Showing how pale she was, and how her long brown hair lay on her shoulders.

Outside it was pouring. She smiled a little, because the weather was so familiar. It was so her.

She didn't want anything else, she thought. Just the fear was enough.

She didn't need a knife to hurt herself. She didn't need tears to cry.

She only needed to know that when she would close her eyes for the last time, no one would care. They wouldn't spill a tear for her.

They wouldn't talk about her, or get back some old memories.

The only thing they would do, was forget.

Just forget.

And when she finally thinks it's done.

That it's over. Her phone rings.

And as she picks it up, with trembling hands. Not bothering to look at the caller ID.

She listens to the voice that whispers in her ear, and she closes her eyes.

"Mitchie? It's me…Nate. I-I miss you. P-please, be there…"

And as his name leaves her lips, she smiles.

Because she knows. That maybe. Just maybe.

Someone.

Didn't forget.


Thanks for reading!

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I would appreciate it, very much!