.:Damien:.
Rain started to fall as I walked to the park. It felt nice and cold against my skin. I love the rain. No one notices how your eyes feel in the rain.
When I got to the park I climbed the biggest tree. I closed my eyes, listening to the rain hitting whatever happened to be in its way.
I climbed over to the opposite side of the tree to get a good look at the river.
It was beautiful.
The rain made ripples in the water as it fell.
I wish I could stay here and not have to face reality because in all truth, reality sucks.
I heard movement below me. I looked down and saw a girl about 15 years old, same age as me. She had mid-lengh brown hair the seemed to curl around her face.
Her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful.
Suddenly she jumped from her sleeping state; her grey eyes glistening.
Was she crying?
I heard her mutter something but i couldnt make out what.
I tried not to move. Hopefully she wouldnt see me.
.:Cassie:.
I jumped up from my position on the ground.
"Why?" I muttered. "Why?" Tears tried to crawl their way out of my eyes but I held them in.
I sat down again and put my head in my hands.
Come on Cassie. Pull yourself together. You’re stronger then this! It wasn't real! It was just a dream!
After I calmed myself down I picked up my notebook. The pages were a little wet from the rain that had fallen but i didn't care.
I put my things back in my bag and put it over my shoulder as I stood up.
My sides started to ache but I ignored them.
We are the nobodies, wanna be somebodies. When we're dead, they'll know just who we are. I went to my jeans pocket and answered my phone.
"Hello?"
"Cassie, hello honey, where are you?"
"Oh hi Mrs Clarkson. I'm at the park. Sorry, I lost track of time."
"Its ok sweetie and Im ganna ask you
this one more time, call me Alexas, ok?"
"Ok. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Ok, see you soon. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and leaned against the tree.
I looked out at the water one last time and started to walk home; still ignoring the cries of pain my sides gave me.
.:Damien:.
I watched her hang up the phone and leave, taking one last look at the river.
What was she dreaming of?
I sighed and relaxed at the top of the tree. I knew her from somewhere, I just couldn’t place my mind on where.
I looked at my phone for the time. It read 7:39pm. I let out a loud groan. I had to be home in 21 minutes. 21 minutes until I return to being ignored.
I don’t know why I was complaining. I liked being ignored. I guess I just wanted someone to notice me and not laugh. I wanted someone to see me as me and not the freaky 'emo' kid. I hate labels. I hate me. I hate life.
