Rain.
Falling down on this cursed world.
Mixing with pools of blood.
A child.
Soaked to the bone.
Searching.
For the precise people,
In
Its
Cursed
Life.
Their not here.
Maybe their late?
Their never late.
Maybe they got lost?
They never get lost.
Maybe they left?
They would never leave with out me.
Are you sure?
Shut up.
The voice that echo's inside my head stopped.
All alone now.
Again.
I sighed at the thought.
Rain poured down on me.
I should be cold.
But I was to num to feel the bight of the cold.
Water drops on my eye lashes.
Water dripping down my face.
Tears or rain, I can't tell.
I can't tell where I am.
A church appears.
I stop at it.
Dear god, will you let a cold, wet stray dog warm up in you're holly house.
For the answer the doors open and an Angel runs out.
In to the rain.
Towards me.
'U..Umm' I stutter from the cold. 'Is it alright if I stay inside the church…until it stops raining?'
The Angel smiles at me.
She grabs me hand and pulls me toward the doors.
Dear cursed life.
Why to you always leave me alone.
And then give me somebody to keep me warm.
And without warning you rip them away.
Because life hates you.
I know.