Coated Crimson

Tim Wright

She sat on the pavement, different types of thoughts going through her head. A mixture of emotions such as anger and confusion was on her face as she stared at the concrete floor with red, puffy eyes. It was easy to tell that she was crying.

She had been kicked out of her house by her parents again, but this time in a different neighbourhood. It normally wasn't raining often here, said by the weather and compliments by the townsfolk who had lived here, but instead it was pouring endlessly.

Back in the third city over, she was kicked out regularly for freaking out her parents. This time she had slammed her hands on the table, may I add new table, and she had cracked the edge of it. Why? Because she had almost thought in the corner of her eyes she saw Faceless, her best friend from two years ago.

Faceless was also the reason she and her family had moved, but it was obvious that he had followed her, which she thought was for the sake of their friendship. However, she was already told to forget him, because Faceless was accused of the one who would ruin her life. She believed her parents willingly, just like she trusts everyone.

Her sobs were cut short when she heard some shuffling beside her, and the sound of rubber fabric being hit by rainfall. Her shoulders had tensed up when she also didn't feel the cold, wet rain dropping onto her scalp. When she looked up, her arms relaxed when she saw a young boy carrying an umbrella above her.

"Are you okay?" His voice was calm and clear, it came out of his mouth like spreading butter. In fact, it was like he had rehearsed talking to her for a while now.

She was only nine, a girl born with a disease that involved symptoms of hallucinations, a random sense of humour and a socially awkward personality, who couldn't even talk to strangers properly without stuttering over ten times per sentence. She was a walking nut job, yet it seems like the boy knew that already, probably due to seeing her dancing outside and talking to herself.

"Are you okay?" The boy repeated himself, catching the girl's attention easily. It was only his first question and she was already losing herself to this boy. "Y-Yeah." A frail, poorly convincing lie followed out of her mouth after a quick breath of the fresh air. Due to this boy asking such a kind question, her face had already burned up with a red tint being exposed to her features.

"Then why are you crying?" Why was this boy so curious about her life? Shouldn't he be doing his homework from school or something? "I-I was kicked out." She answered, turning her head away to hide her red face from him.

The boy then surprised her once again by sitting beside her on the edge of the pavement. He did know that if he sat there his pants would get wet? Seems not, because he was acting like he didn't care about his clothes anymore, not that he took them off. Wait, why is she thinking that anyway? She's only nine years old, goddamnit! But when he sat next to her, she didn't feel the unsettling fear creeping up her shoulders, and neither confrontation seemed like a bad option for her. She felt comforted when he was sitting beside her, almost like he was Faceless.

She suddenly let out a quick but low groan. "So you don't want to talk about it?" The boy huffed, a pout adorning his lips. Unfortunately, he got the wrong idea. And fortunately, Sera saved the moment by waving her arms about. "N-No, no! You j-just made me think of an old friend, s-sorry." She apologised before he could get up, leaving him startled from her sudden outburst, but he complied afterwards.

"My names Tim, what's your name?" The boy, now known as Tim asked.

"Oh, my name is..."

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