It was cold. The frigid air hit the raven haired girl making her shudder. The black skies were untouched by any birds, for not one ever dared soar when the heavens were angry. She sighed, allowing her breath to be taken away by the wind.
The young girl pushed her small hands deeper into her coat, as the wind picked up force. Her thoughts were spinning intensely, causing her to shut her eyes, hoping that would relive some of the tension. Every once and a while, against her better judgment, she would re-live the scene that occurred less than an hour ago.
"You make me sick". Her father had a distinctive voice; it was of a rather harsh quality. She learned from an early age how to distinguish his feelings through his voice.
"I wish you would die, you fucking bastard". This was said in a shriek, the sound of her step-mother throwing another family heirloom towards her angered father rang in her ears. The young girl sighed; this night was no different than yesterday or the night before.
"Please, tell me why the hell I married such a piece of shit". Her step-mother raised her hands in the air indicating she needed a sign from god, or whatever force was out their. "I do not deserve this Christopher; I do not deserve the endless string of bimbos running around telling all of Hartford they screwed you".
The young girl left her position at the top of the stairs. She slowly crept her way back to her room closing the door behind her. She collapsed on her bed, sinking into the pillows. Her heart was broke, had been for quite a long time. As the grandfather clock in the hallway outside her bedroom stroke the eleventh hour, the young girl made a quick decision, one that would change her entire life.
The wind picked up once more, her hair was blowing in all directions, her nose was red, her fingers felt as if they would break off at any moment. If anything, the young girl was thankful to hear nothing but the wind and see nothing but the stars. Tonight's moon was in the small shape of a crescent, it was a dark yellow, something that made the girl happy, for some odd reason. The wind died down a bit, She felt tired. For how long she had been walking was a mystery to her. She glanced a sign but disregarded its sayings. Raising her eyebrows the girl continued walking towards a silhouette of small houses and what looked to be a gazebo.
Amira Chafai