The sky was as dark as the night sky, yet it was only noon. Thunder roared in the distance signifying a coming rain. The wind whispered through the trees turning the silver sides of the leaves visable. It was cool, but minutes earlier the temperature was near 90 degrees. Despite the coming storm, a girl sat against a tree in the middle of the forest.
She was 4'11 with jet-black haircuz 2 inches above her shoulders in a rough edge cut. Her eyes were ice blue, just by looking into them you felt your heart freeze over from the cold feeling she radiated naturally. She has never spoken a word to anyone or anything. Nobody ever knew if she could speak or not, only she knew and she wouldn't tell. She was never sad, angry or happy; she felt nothing. Her soul had gone numb, it was as cold as her eyes. She wore a Black jacket with a blood red rose embroidered on the upper rigth sleeve. her pants rested about 5 inches below her knee exposing the blood stained bandages underneith. She had these bandages on both legs and both arms, both places stained with crimson and blood has hardened on the outside where the bandages have torn.
She looked into the sky and sensed that a storm was approaching. She rose from her resting place and slung her bag over her shoulder. She had run away from a hell, a hell that was following her wherever she went and haunted her every thought. This haunting thing is the reason she felt no more. WHerever she goes the rain follows, there is no peace, no sunlight, nothing to make her forget that place, that person. She knew he knew her every location, her every stop, her whole surroundings. To her he saw all, and she felt only one feeling, the only feeling she has every felt. she felt hatred. A hatred that could, if turned to fire, could burn the world to oblivion. A hatred that could turn the rain to gas before it was even created. A hatred burning deep inside of her, so deep she could never rid herself of it.
She walked on thinking nothing of her burning hatred, she tried to think of a thought, something she could indentify as her own. but she found nothing. She walked on without any fear of what was ahead, the storm or anything else that could stand in her way.
