Believe in Me

Rewind

Went back through this chapter and fixed all the spelling and grammatical mistakes I could find. Sorry for the inconvenience, I used to write right before I went to sleep, so was pretty out of it.

A small girl walked along a grey sidewalk, leaves dusted over the surface crunching quietly under her torn, worn-down tennis shoes. She had her head bowed, but green eyes stayed focused on the people around her, blonde messy hair fluttering in front of her face with the wind's cool rush. It was the coldest of autumn days and though goosebumps were rising over her small frame, there was no coat to give her pale skin warmth.  

The girl was so much smaller than the other kids, mostly because she didn't go to school and only saw the kids that were older than her at the park she waited in. She would keep waiting forever if she had to... "Hey look.."  

"Iris again? What does she want here?"  

"Where's her mother..? Ive seen the kid here till past midnight." The girl named 'Iris' pretended to not notice the stares, eyes tearing. She couldnt tell if it was because of the cold wind or the feeling of loneliness that carved a pit through her center. She felt so empty.. Her body almost naturally numbed the cold at this point. It never snowed in her area but it did get cold enough to freeze over, leaving her tears being the only source of warmth as the skies darkened and the chill worsened... but still, she wouldnt stop waiting. It was another freezing night, another lonely, heart shreading, saddening night. She felt like she could burst, even wishing sometimes that she would. She only looked up when she saw the blackness of a figure in the already near black skies. "Hello..?" she whispered, the bench she sat on seeming to be more uncomfortable as she remembered what her mother had said about strangers.. but this one was.. well, stranger than a stranger. His outfit was black completely except for a red ripped cape that fluttered in the wind's angry breath. He was paler than even her and his black hair was longer than she had been used to seeing on a man; a little past his shoulders in smooth, raven strands. He seemed a little surprised when she looked directly at him but that faded.. and the man stared back with blood red eyes. It was unnerving. "You.. can see me?" he asked, his voice so cold, so dead, it scared her a little. Despite that, he had a questioning tone to it, almost surprised himself. Her words wouldnt come out, frozen both with anxiety and the chill sticking her dry lips together, so she just nodded. He was quiet for a while before, of all things, he seated himself beside her. She had the instinct to move away, if a strange man sits next to you while you're in the darkness of a now empty park, you leave.. but he seemed sad.. just like her. Her head tilted slightly. "Whats wrong?" He glanced back with a small grunt towards the child, her eyes filled with curiosity and light, things he never understood.. but also with something else. Somethinf hidden that he had felt and known for so long he could detect it immidiatally. Sadness. Loneliness. Fear. "I should ask you the same question.." he muttered. Death didnt really understand why he had chosen to sit here next to some child. Usually if anything he stayed away from mortals, going to them only to bring them to their destined afterlife then go to back to his lost, lonely exsistance. He got to see both the beautiful heaven and the firey horrible hell.. and knew full well he would never reach either of them. He had ruined too much to go to heaven and he was too pure for hell.. there was no place for Death in either of the worlds. The small child brushed her hair a little out of her face, pale green eyes seeming to sparkle with the gloss of holding back tears. "Waiting for my momma.." she said quietly, looking down at her feet swinging; she wasnt tall enough yet to touch the ground. Death sensed the tinge of shakiness in her voice, glancing over as red eyes scanned her down. She wore no coat in the freezing weather, holes littered her shoes and dirt stains and rips scattered the surface of the the oversized button-down white top. She wore a blue skirt that was wrinkled, dirty, and tattered, and her hair had small bits of broken leaves and dirt in it. She looked homeless, lost. Alone. "How long have you been waiting?" he questioned. She was quiet for a longer period of time than the reaper expected. "Half a year.. she left on my birthday, told me to wait with Daddy." Half a year.. "And you've been waiting all this time?"