Saved From the Darkness

Saved - [Foreword]

I looked up at the sky as the rain fell upon my face.

Tears of sorrow streamed down my face, leaving slight stains. I was sobbing uncontrollably, trying hard to compose myself. The pain in my heart was unbearable. Nobody was there to comfort me. I was alone, cold, and lost.

"I'll never like you like that. So just leave me the hell alone."

"I never meant to do this. I'm sorry. I should go now..."

Rejection surged through my veins, and the pain accelerated. I clenched my teeth together in a pitiful attempt to hush the pain, to quiet the sobbing. The memories kept coming forth, slicing into my heart like trench knives.

"You're so pathetic! Why did I even like you in the first place?"

"You bastard, I hate you!"

"Nobody would love a pitiful coward like you."

I fell to my knees, hitting the asphalt with my fists. If only there was some way... but there wasn't. Nothing could turn back time. There is nothing that can rid of these scars in my heart. They will stay with me forever. I shouted in anger, swinging my fist at the asphalt once more.

The cold rain stung against the raw flesh of my knuckles.

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You couldn't possibly think you're actually strong enough to survive in this world. Just run off to a cave or something, you coward. The world doesn't need people like you."

My hands grasped my head as I howled in pain, wanting these memories to stop. I got up and ran. Although it wasn't long until I stopped, nearly collapsing against the wall of an alley.

My heart longed for comfort. I could never find it. And when I did, it would always leave me as quickly as it would come.

I turned my head, my cheek pressing lightly against the frigid bricks of the alley. By now I felt numb. Just dead, lifeless, unfeeling.

"Hello...?"

I didn't move at all.

"Are you okay? You look hurt..."

I turned my head to see a girl, only a bit shorter than myself. She had somewhat wavy brown hair and was wearing denim jeans along with a hooded jacket. Her eyes were what startled me the most. They were a beautiful green colour and, to me, sparkled like the rain that fell upon both of our cheeks.

Her eyes became worried as she saw the tear-stains on my face. She came forward, highly hesitant, and wiped away one of my tears.

I looked at her, a bit bewildered. Nobody had ever done that to me before. I mentally shook my head. No, I can't do this. Not again. If I fall in love I'm only going to get hurt.

... but the comfort. My heart overpowered my mind, all my instincts.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

"My name is Jenni. Yours?" she replied, a curious expression on her face.

"Dawn." I answered.

"Could this be it? Could this be the one I'm looking for? The one who will bring an end to all of my pain?" I thought to myself.

Maybe. Just maybe.