The rain was pouring down upon the cold earth of the cemetery. Water had seeped through Sara's pants as she pressed her back into the solid weathered headstone of some unknown soul. It didn't matter to her though, the physical discomfort where nothing compared to what she was feeling inside. So many emotions rushing at her at once. Hate, Fear, the joy of seeing those boy's eye widen from her presence. It was intoxicating yet terrifying at the same time. It was all to much for her to bear. Tears began to roll down Sara's cheek followed by gasping sobs.
What had she become? This wasn't normal for damn sure! All her life seemed to be adding up to this moment in time but why? Why now? Why her? These questions collected and added up within her head. The only answer was the blank stare and the tears falling from her eyes.
In the cloudy distance a figured hiding under an umbrella walked closer to the scared girl. Her figures where unknown till she stood not even 2 feet away from where Sara sat. It was grandma Sandy, she looked like an angel of mercy after a battle of some forgotten war. Sara did not look at her grandma but hurtled up trying not to let her see the horrible spikes that where now her hands. Kneeing down eye level to her grandchild Grandma Sandy scanned over Sara's new form and if not out of pitty then concern, touched her shoulder ever so softly.
Oh hunny...I knew this day would come but I hoped not so soon.
Sara looked up from her knees at grandma Sandy.
You knew this would happen to me and you never told me?
I never knew for sure but I had a feeling that it would...You are his child. Said Grandma Sandy.
Whos?
Grandma Sandy's mind went blank for a second. She had a vole of silence to keep when it came to questions on Sara's real father. She made a promise but it looks like it was time to break the silence
You better come home with me, hun. Theres a lot I need to show you that I think you deserve to know.
With those simple words Sara's dampened mood lightened up enough to let the old woman help her up and place an old tan trench coat over the shivering girl.
Now lets go home.
With a nod both grandma and daughter walked a steady pace towards home.