Prologue

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Why does the sky cry? Why does it always seem so dark, when I feel like this? So... Useless? Helpless?


Worthless?


I stared out of the car window as I watched the sky darken with gray clouds and splatter its tears on the transparent shield. I turned my music up louder and bobbed my head to the beat. Closing my sad eyes, I laid my head back against the car seat.

I didn't even believe in myself anymore. To make the right choices, to speak. Because everytime I spoke I seemed to just drive people away. I wounder, if I kept my mouth shut, would that stop hurting people? Would that stop hurting everyone that I loved so dearly?


Would that make the sky stop crying?

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