A/N: I wanted to start this story by saying that YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Someone out there cares or will care about you. And if no one does God does. You are never alone. God knows that "It is not good for man to be alone" (Genesis 2:18) so you are never alone. No matter how much you FEEL alone FACT is that you're not. So please remember that. Love you guys!
Disclaimer: This is one of God's Christmas present to you all!
Rain drops pricked my green skin as lightning blinded my eyes. I walked faster, praying that shelter was nearby. I came across an alley that was desolate and dark. The only thing in the alley was a dumpster. Thunder rumbled loudly above me. I ran and dove into the dumpster. I made myself as small as possible wishing that the storm would go away. It didn't. I was all alone and forgotten, like trash. The decaying fruit and torn paper surrounding me were enough to prove that.
I sat in the dumpster as the storm raged on. Soon I heard a rustle in the garbage next to me. A mouse peeked out of the garbage. His brown fur was covered in a pink revolting liquid, beady eyes gazing at me. I gently reached out towards him, hoping that he would come to me. He never did. He ran away like everyone else. A bitter laugh escaped my mouth. I was sitting in a dumpster, cold, alone, and I was laughing. The raging thunder matched my laugh. I didn't care. I didn't care about the emptiness in my chest, the cold tears on my cheeks, or the stench of trash on my skin. I didn't care, at least I tried not to. My hysteric laughter turned to sobs that no one would hear. Then silence overtook me. The storm rattled the dumpster. Fear made me tremble. Then I felt a tap on my shoe. The mouse came back.