Sequence h.s. AU

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But how could there be lightning with Star's?

The constant squeaking got into my brain very much considering the question, my little brother and sister were jumping around me on the old trampoline my father had built four years earlier. And there I was, lying in the middle watching the beautiful tiny explosions in the sky.

Sometimes I feel like they are me. Like me and the stars align in the sky just right and I fit in there. The only place I fit in. Because being a star it doesn't matter what size or shape or color you are, your still beautiful as ever.

Lightning

It strikes in the distance, my head snaps back and forth from the lights flashing further north than back to the stars.

It makes no sense. There's obviously a storm coming. But the stars are shining so brightly. I stand up and wonder so deeply about it. Stars and lightning are inconsiderably different. So why in the same sky? Why so close, yet so far away are these stars from getting hurt?
Pain.
Like the words in my favorite book,
Pain demands to be felt
Shouldnt the clouds be protecting the precious stars from the lightning? Wavering over them like a mother protecting a child from hurt?
The stars begin to get dull as their protecters haze over them, slowly one by one and I feel a drop of water hit my nose.
With the stars gone the sky wasn't the same, it was cruel and eerie.
Like my room.

My room was a place I could never fit in. The walls constantly closing in on me and speaking nasty things.

Or was that just the constant yelling coming from my big sister? Pounding on my door and shouting every cursed word in the book to me.

I look up one last time before hurrying my siblings off of the trampoline.

It was dangerous.
These were my days, slow and steady but I always kept going. Its consistant deja vú in the world of me.
But that doesn't really matter much anyways.

As I run after my brother and sister I scrape my leg on a sharp metal pole that was sticking up out of the ground.

My body stops me from walking any more and I look down at the oozing cut. Blood pours out of the cut and it looks a lot deeper than it feels. I raise my hand up after slightly touching it and see the blood on my hand. My whole leg is numb as I stare at the velvet liquid and rub it in between my fingers.
It slowly washes away as the sky begins to cry for me, I look up and watch all of the rain falling down on me and just stand there.

Its an okay life.