One Word Short Stories

Harm

    Welcome to my first chapter !

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    There's this girl I knew. Well, maybe 'knew' is the wrong word to describe my relationship to the belligerent female whose bland features somehow created a spiral of conflict, yet, peace. No one really knew who she was more often than not she was never really seen by those who don't look hard enough. She's like a ghost who travels between worlds, a wavering soul tormented and chained to earth by unspeakable sins she committed in her life before;however, there's something about her that only the 'why' people would understand. People like me who merely question and usually never take action in a world that needs it.
   
Black hair, brown eyes, paper skin, indian ink nail beds, and mystical mystery were all things that would describe the girl in front of me, a dark yet harmful tornado that, although beautiful when it's winds barely scathed you, almost always hurt you up close. But it isn't her icy mocha eyes or even the way her spit sinks in like venom, but the way in which her silence is renowned to mean something isn't quite right. No one dares to ask though, not because they don't care, but because she just doesn't seem to care enough to reach for help that raised its own hand towards her.

    "What?" she spat, a low growl erupting reflexively from her music pipes," is there an issue?"

    "What's bothering you today?" I dared to ask, reassured by the sway of my deep chocolate strands that moved with my dull gaze.

    She stood up straight, the defensive posture washing away as her body began to turn away from the question I had handled so aggressively. She was like glass, this no named girl that began to trot away with a hollow body had turned down yet another hand that outstretched itself towards her. 'Help her' I thought urgently, letting it echo in my feeble mind. 'She's leaving, what if she doesn't come back?' another harmful thought after another as my shoulders started to lower in frozen and slightly agitated hopelessness.

    "You hate the world and all it holds. You, with the pitch black hair that smogs the air I breathe, turn everyone down because you don't want help for something you can't fix yourself" I repented, clenching my fists until they turned into white spots on my knuckles,"I cannot fix what is bound to stay hidden."

    This had struck a nerve in the nameless girl, it was in the way her shoulders peaked up, in the way that somehow made her knuckles appear ghostly. Nameless had been pried open and that pissed her off. Cloth of her sweater swayed as she turned slightly to prepare for her boosted complacency. The anger evident in her reddening cheeks as her muscles unclenched to reveal everything she hated to explain.
   
    "You have no idea who I am, so don't speak to me as if you know the things that I've done." her words burned like fire in my jaded heart," you are a pest in my life, a maggot on the deceased."

    "And you are a nail in a world full of nail beds" I angrily shot back, moving in a position that resembled a man trying to get through to someone whose ears were clogged shut,"you are no different than those whom walk around you, you are the same as me, no purpose and no place."

    "You speak of me having no place? I don't need a place!" She argued, inching closer with the servitude of a petulant toddler, " and I sure as hell don't need you or anyone!"

    My enraged feet gilded towards her as my cloudy eyes stared with smothered smoke, "The words you speak are nothing but childish banter. You don't realize the harm you're doing and the people you're losing! Such drivel coming from your mouth, wake up would you?" that, was the final blow to the now distal child in front of me, her body cowardly folding into itself as her mind tried to understand the very concept of defeat. She was starstruck and I was prideful in that;however, she still turned away, like a storm that quickly vanished she moved without a trace.
   
    I had watched her leave, watched those thin, straight strands move gracefully behind her, watched those ruffles of her grey uniform skirt sway with the wind that graciously protected our skin, and I had watched her skin fall away into the thick mist of that day. It has been a few years since that incident and no one has seen her since, it was almost as if everyone she knew had suddenly forgot she existed, if, she even existed at all. My best friend knew her too, saw her too.

    "Do you remember that nameless girl?" I asked, staring intently at the rippling colored soda in its glass clothes.

    "What girl?" My friend asked, swirling his alcoholic beverage in an attempt to somehow stir it's thickness.

    "The girl with the black hair from our high school." I added," the girl who was mean to everyone, no one really liked her."

    "My friend, I have no idea who you are talking about." He replied, looking towards my small frame with the craziest look in his ocean blue eyes,"is everything alright? Where's your head today?"

    "Stop lying! You know that girl!" I shouted earnestly earning the eyes of a few whose vision granted me anger and maliciousness.
   
    "There was no girl!" He cried,"she never even existed!"

    "That's not fun-" I stopped, focusing on the vision in my far side, there she was. That girl!

    I ran out of the warm tavern, my boots digging into the white sheets that littered the town's ground. There she is! She's right there! Picking up my pace I ran and ran and ran and suddenly, as quickly as she had come she disappeared and I stopped which was something I shouldn't have done for you see I didn't realize the headlights that were about to harm me. As I slowly turned my head I was met with a bulky metal one who peered hungrily at the body it was about to receive.

    Chooo!