The park at night seemed to hold demons and devils that I was not yet ready to face. My horror seemed to be all that I could think about, the horror of today.
I was so normal before all this—I didn't see it at the time but I was. I was a teenager-- sure, maybe my mother was a mortician and I could see ghosts—but I was normal.
I had wished for all my life to be ordinary—now, now I was even farther from being what I wanted. If I could go back, go back to a more innocent time—I wouldn't have complained. I had the life that I wanted. It wasn't much, but it was mine, I had friends, a mother.
I almost wished I had never found out she had kidnapped me or killed people. I wanted things to be like before—but they never could, and they never would.
As I walked through the darkness, seeing things moving in the shadows I began to cry—I cried huge tears that seemed to go one forever—I couldn’t stop. My eyes just kept pouring out the salty liquid—and then—then in the cold damp darkness—I felt better, more whole. I felt that even if my whole life had changed, those tears, those tears that I had just lost to the ground below me would never change. They would always be the same, and maybe, maybe that was enough. Knowing that even if the world clasped around me, even if the whole word fell, those tears would remain. Tears may be the last thing you would think comporting, but when all else has been ripped from you—it's enough to keep you moving and breathing.
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Diamond Dust (Completed)
Teen FictionThe doctors say that the recent deaths in a small town are due to a virus, but something's not right. With the body count climbing by the day, people have to watch...watch for more than just washing their hands.
