Indian Rain
Summary: She was only 17 when it all happened. Even now, as she sits on that hot yellow bus, months later, the memories are still blurred. All she can grasp is small things, the sounds of the gunshots firing around her, the foul smell of blood, the cold feeling of the New York winter air, and the sirens sounding in the distance, coming closer and closer.
A tear streamed down her face as one memory did come back, sharp and painful.
"Zack." Escaped her lips softly as she remembered the scene. She had heard the shot and before her eyes, he fell, hitting the ground with sound too soft to penetrate the blanket of screams, gunshots, and sirens that wouldn't arrive in time. His body, cold and lifeless, had lain at her feet, a thick red stain in his dirty blonde. She wasn't even able to cry.
All their plans had crashed also been shot. They were going to go to homecoming, prom, college, and then run off and elope. But now, he was gone, and she was left with nothing but the horrid memories and empty promises.
Not for long though. About five minutes after his death, the police had come, and taken her and ten others away, the only ones left alive, after the shooting. The others were sent away to prison, she, being a minor, was sent to Juvi.
Her eyes glaze over the stretch of desert, only ending when it connects with horizon. She wanted more than anything else to have her Zack back, but as fate went, he was gone. Her thoughts drifted elsewhere and the tears drip down her face, just like the Indian Rain.
