Chapter 15

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Chapter 15;

*Carsons POV*

I ran out of the house and out into the pouring rain. I could not believe what just happened in Makenzies room. I didn't have feelings for her... I hated her.

Did I?

Did I truly hate her?

I couldn't have feelings for her. It's impossible. The only person I cared for what Emileigh... She's dead. All of my feelings died with her... But they're seeping their way back into my body. I couldn't take it. The over flow of emotions is overwhelming. I didn't deserve to feel anything less than pain.

I started running down the street, not caring where I went. I want to drown out my feelings. I wanted them to go away, and go away for good. I ran full speed down the slippery sidewalk, and turned left into an abandon park. I hurried over to underneath the slide, and the rain poured down harder. I didn't want anyone to find me.

Ever.

I curled my knees close to my chest, and hid my face in them. I wanted to be forgotten about. I don't want Makenzie to search for me, or Tyler, or Danielle. Nobody.

The thunder started to act up, and I got scared. I hated thunder. I whimpered, and tried to get more under the slide. The thunder cracked again, and I jumped. I was cold, and alone.

Good. I didn't deserve anything better.

I started crying by now, wishing I never did this. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I never think things through. I never do. Never have either.

I heard footsteps come towards me, an it was a little girls. She had emerald green eyes, and long blonde hair. She looked an awful like Emileigh. She didn't look maybe more than 7 or 8. She crouched down under the slide with me and held her hand out to me.

"Are you okay, mister?" She said in a sweet voice.

"Yeah. What are you doing out here? Where's your mom?"

She looked the other way, and avoided my gaze. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"No."

"Did she leave you?"

"No."

"Did you run away?"

She cringed, and changed the subject. "What's your name, mister?"

"Carson. What about yours?"

"Aurora."

What a nice name. "How old are you, Aurora?"

She held up 7 fingers, and nodded towards them. "This many."

"That many? You're so old."

She giggled. "You're silly. Why're you out here?"

"I took a walk..." I lied. I hated lying to her.

"Oh. Well, I'm on a walk too!" She smiled. "May I sit next to you?"

I considered it for a moment, and said "Yeah, I guess."

She scooted close to me and hugged my arm. I cringed and scooter away from her a little. I didn't like being touched...

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