Tears of Telomere

Chapter 1 - Slapping Pavement

          Short deep blue hair stood on ends, standing tall even against forceful winds that just wished to push them down. Puffy breaths creating a light puff of fog that settled on thin lips. A bag that bounced up, and down with each step she took. Her hand painted vans, growing dark from the puddles she had not been able to avoid. 

      Looking around to her surroundings, trees that waved to her with a million tiny hands, and grasses that looked up to her as if she were a god. Butterflies, that were more vivid than the synthetic colors of her hair fluttered from the over sized bushes with flower buds slowly opening up to them, covered in a ghostly layer of dew. 

      That chilly dew, it's claws penetrating her jacket, and poking at her ribs making every breath hurt. Like small icicles were forming within her lungs, cracking at scratching at her insides. She could not stop though, she had to continue forward otherwise there might be some dire consequences that she wasn't in the mood to confront. 

      The thought of having to go through as she would say, 'Complete bullshit.' Her footsteps fell harder, and her breathing quickened as did the winds swirling around that girl. Before she could do anything, a large faded yellow bus pulled up to the very curb she was running to. With wide green eyes she only ran faster, luckily the bus driver waited a few extra seconds for the girl to get on. 

     "You know Tiana, if you left earlier in the morning you might not have to run to the bus." The driver said, turning his head on it's sausage neck to look at Tiana with beady black eyes. A grimace that stretched across the entirety of his face, like he was trying to make you feel ashamed of what you'd done but he just gave a menacing look that could freeze over Egypt. 

    "Yes sir." Tiana spoke giving a quick nod of her head before she walked down the isle, and stopping at seat seven to sit. The driver, Mr.L looked in his mirror at her, before putting the bus in gear, and driving off to the next stop. 

      Dew covered the window, blurring the outside. The leaves of trees became oddly shaped blobs on an inky canvas, that someone had happened dripped yellow on. Their joy covered by the depressing state of those around them, a sad yet true happening. Tiana seemed quite like that, she shined bright, but still seemed so dull, white  washed. No matter how vibrant her hair, or neon her clothes were her eyes; those eyes, they sucked in that color spitting out a monochrome cloak. 

    Wrapped around her frame like a blanket would around a new born child, whom cried, wailing at the world. Forced to leave the place where they were safe, and they soon realize that they can never return, and their tears simply becoming whining. 

     As she lost herself in such odd thoughts more, and more people gathered onto the bus. Not one took the time to look  at Tiana, instead they continued past like there were no seat seven.  She herself acted as though she were simply seated in the back of her father's car, not bothering to speak or even look at balding spots on his head. She wondered if he was completely bald now, with his tiny head bare, and shiny. A giggle slipped through, cracking the silent bus. 

     No one seemed to notice, but Tiana, oh Tiana felt as if she had been seen in her undergarments by everyone. Her face grew red, and that lovely smile was replaced with a grimace of disappointment as she turned her head to the window. Continuing to watch the blurred world around them pass by, and the wheels to fall into holes in the road throwing everyone into the air for a second. Just before they would land on their bottoms again. 

   The bumpy ride on the way to school only seemed to shake her insides, churning, and turning them over until she felt as though she were going to vomit. Acid crawled it's burning path up the back of her throat, clogging her throat she felt as though she couldn't breath. She wanted to drink something, her throat burned so much, as tears pricked at her eyes. 

     No, nothing had been done to her, she'd simply been sitting there. With her head leaning against the cool glass of the window. Her bag between her feet, and an empty space next to her. She didn't know why, maybe it was the pain. 

     Yes. It must be the pain.

     The thought passed through her mind, immediately becoming true, faltering reality. Without giving it a second thought, she rose. The bus pulling into the school, everyone rose. Holding onto the seats around them, shaking, nearly falling, though some did fall. Simply to get off the bus. 

     Slipping past everyone quickly, bag on her shoulder Tiana ambled forward. Pushing past everyone with their headphones in, and eye on their phones; she didn't hold anything like that in her bony hands. Only the air was clutched in her bony hands, hoping it would be able to hold her up. Where she wouldn't feel her face slapping pavement with every step she took, and she could finally climb those thousand mile mountains.

     "Hey, watch where you are going." 

    Eyes growing wide, taking in the scene of the boy who stood before her. With his snap back for some team she had no idea was for. A shirt, and pants that seemed to be three sizes to big making him look tiny, draped over his wire frame. 

     "Hey you hear me? You need to watch where you're going." His green eyes dark as he simply walked away leaving a dark cloud over Tiana. Her grimace deepened, darkening her all ready dull eyes. Others pushed past her, bumping her with their shoulders, and hips some bags even took a swing at her. 

    Moving her arms closer to her body, to protect herself first, and to keep warm second. Though no matter how briskly she rubbed her palms against her jacket, no heat seemed to reach her core. To reach with a warm flamed hand, brushing against her icicle ribs to stroke her chilled heart. 

      Make it true flesh, and pulse to pump the rich red blood, that keeps alive shows our will to live. How it lets us feel the warmth within ourselves, but when a heart has been chilled, frozen over. That heat, the will to live slowly begins to perish. Slipping away like the warmth when you get up in the morning, rising from the blankets that beckon for you to stay. A birth right that is stolen from man for the pleasure of their own heart to feel such warmth. 

     Tiana, that quiet girl with neon blue hair, and dull eyes that dashed around a room scanning it before she entered. Much like the deer just before entering the open field, whether it turn out with her fate sealed just as Bambi's mother was. With a resounding shattering of sound, that swayed down to the earth; or that fate of the young fawn as it scurries away into the dense brush. Surrounding itself so that it may feel safe in it's lonely isolation. 

     Though loneliness is still a fate that condemns one to death. Loneliness, the name of the world's worst disease, one that is seemingly incurable once it has set in; eating away the one unfortunate enough to be the host. 

       Tiana, a long lasting victim, awaiting the day that that retched disease should take her life.