the night [rewriting/editing]

thirteen.

I've been crying all night and I haven't quite found a reason to stop yet. My parents took my only friend from me. The normal Anna wouldn't get worked up over this. For the 'normal' Anna was emotionless because she knew emotion led to pain, a feeling she didn't want to feel again. But here I am crying until there isn't any more water left in my body.

Knock, knock.

"Go away," I simply muttered, but I soon realized that it wasn't at the door and that it was 11:37 p.m.

I quickly sat up and looked around.

Knock, knock.

I went to the window and saw a dark shadow on the ground making an interesting throwing motion.

It was Michael.

In seconds I was on the balcony.

"What the heck are you doing here?" I whisper screamed.

"I have to talk to you. Its really, really important."

"My parents are going to kill me," I say as I climb down the side of the balcony. "What is it?"

Before my feet could even reach the ground, his hands were wrapped tightly around my waste, his gentle brown eyes staring directly into mine own harsh grey pair. My mouth opened, but before the unknown words could escape, his lips were pressed fiercely against my own.

So soft. So warm.

When he finally moved away, his eyes met mine. His faced etched with a worried and anxious expression.

"I-I don't know what to say," I quietly sputtered.

A/N: Really short chapter I know, but I wanted to post a chapter before school started.