raindrops.
they fell on the girl's window like many small, quiet footsteps.
the dark blue-grey color of the sky matched the girl's feelings, longing and hopeful that the sun would shine through, yet still pouring down with rain.
a brown lock was tucked behind her ear, flowing down to the end of her burgundy skirt as if she were the living version of rapunzel.
she had just begun her journey.
weeks later.
the girl with the bones poking through her skin and the thin hair was standing at her window, looking at the sunshine and watching the kids play at the swingset, purple bags underneath her beautiful blue eyes.
the white clouds in the air were about equivalent to a finger painting, round fluffy edges with a bit of a pattern to them.
the girl only wished she could be as beautiful as the clouds.
months later.
oxygen. she was practically begging for it in her head. none would fill her lungs, only the water from the rain she used to stare at. oxygen. i need oxygen. where is my oxygen?
and the girl grasped onto the windowsill as hard as she could, needing to hold tightly to something for some odd reason she couldn't quite think of in her own mind.
my oxygen. where is my oxygen.
and she panted, and breathed heavily, and tried so hard to stay strong but just ended up falling on her floor, a heavy heap of shakiness and sobs.
years later.
positive thoughts, they had said. you aren't really suffering. you're going to get better.
the girl lay lifeless on her bed, staring at the ceiling. reminiscing on how she used to stare at the rain, finding a sense of peace.
she told them, i need oxygen. i can't breathe. somebody help me.
but nobody did help her.
and i guess some people never do.
fin.
