Her Nature

|Chapter 10|

When my wells dried up, I laid there, staring into the dark sky. I watched the clouds roll in front of the sun anxious for their turn in the sky.

It was no longer blue like this morning, but a dreary grey. Clouds painted the airspace, excitement in the form of electricity.

The air was stagnant, waiting. Animals scurried for shelter to ride out the storm. No birds tweeted and no crickets chirped.

All were same as me, silent.

The first drop dampened my hair. More sprinkled on my legs and arms. They trailed off and wet the earth, giving better water than my salty tears.

Anything is better than what I have to offer.

The clouds drizzled their fears down onto the earth, washing away impurities. I let the small droplets moisten my skin. Maybe it'll wash away those impurities too.

A fat drop sailed through the air and splattered on my forehead. The first of the real storm. More followed, solid and hard. They pelted my skin, but I remained immovable, eyes sealed shut.

I took the pain because I've been through worse. I know the feeling of pain that lingers in my bones, but I can't recall why. They were fleeting memories.

The dirt under me became slick and soggy. The mud stained my shirt, scentless.

Small hairs stuck to my forehead and over my eyes. My hair was drenched, sticking to the mud. Small breezes caressed my damp skin, sending chills down my spine.

Low temperatures seeped into me, chilling to the bone. My teeth clenched to keep from chattering. Still, I stayed passive.

I felt utterly empty, not one single emotion inside of me. So many thoughts raced around my head so fast, I saw nothing. The mirage rung loud in my ears. The space was silent, but my head screeched.

I trembled under the storm, the goddess must be punishing me. Why would she whisk away my memories from my childhood and place me in a greedy pack.

They connived and bullied anyone not fit for what they thought was correct. So many snakes laced that garden, but they called themselves a pack.

The goddess put a mouse in a garden of snakes, expecting it to survive. And I did, I isolated myself to avoid taunting my qualities. To avoid being like them.

I built my own house, damnit! I forged my friendships that I hold near and dear. The Goddess gave me nothing, so I gave me whatever I needed.

My little world I made from nothing, and I had to leave it. I had to start over. Again.

A sob left my mouth and jolted my body.

My sorrow grew into swollen furry. An angry scream tore through my throat, tender and raw. My pain echoed throughout the tall grass.

It was a cry to the Goddess. To scream at her for putting me through this. To beg for her to stop it at once. I screamed and screamed until I couldn't anymore.

Anger melted back into sadness, then nothing. I laid limply in the mud as small raindrops pattered on my skin.

As my anger dissipated, so did the storm.

Shitty brown eyes stood out in my mind. I could blame him for all of this, but was it really him?

I barely knew him, but he seemed like he knew everything about me. I should be elated to be escaping him and his goons. I just couldn't shake the empty feeling that I'll be starting all over again.

Exhaustion hung heavy on my frame, pushing me deeper into the mud. Weights pulled on my lids, I was too weak to keep them open.

I curled into myself searching for heat and fell into another nightmare.