The wind around her blew crisp. Cold was an understatement.
Freezing .
She never really understood why she came out here at night. The sun wasn't there to beat down the little bit of energy it possessed to reach her woody backyard. So why was she sitting on that god-awful porch swing which screamed every time it swung? She doesn't even know. She could feel her nose beginning to turn numb as it does so often in these October nights.
Kids would be running around her neighborhood, if she lived in one. Her house sits atop a steep hill in the middle of nowhere, literally. Seclusion was her "thing" , though. Hiding off in her happy, teal bedroom was her main hobby.
Her long, blonde, hair blows briskly across her blushed face.
Freezing .
Halloween was supposed to be her favorite holiday. Not anymore. Not until the hole, left by no one else but her father, heals. He broke her heart before any man could.
