I sat with my back against the wall, the cold, jagged bricks digging into my back. Warm tears ran down my cheeks, blurring my vision utnil all I could see was a gray puddle. There was only slight movement, shadows fading in and out as people walked by, looking down upon the girl crying on the side of the street.
I didin't want to think of it anymore. Her mossy green eyes, staring at the ashen skies with eternal horror. Her copper hair, in a tangled mess on the floor. Her face, the trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth. Her pale, gray skin, gray like everything else on this dying planet. The sound of her bones crushing upon impact, killing her instantly. Her limp, cold, lifeless, empty, broken body.
How could she make it this far, as a survivor, only to die now so young?
I hugged my knees against my chest, wishing it was all a terrible dream, that I'd wake up someday. That she'd wake up someday.
That everyone would wake up someday.
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Ashes and Daydreams
Science FictionDarlena's life is normal. She lives with her mother, father, and sister, Anna, in a small Milwaukee apartment beside Lake Michigan. She remembers a calm, peaceful life in Wyoming, where she used to live close to her relatives, but she was forced to...
