I once knew this little girl. Her name was Vivian. Beautiful girl, stunning. Someone was always off with her. I knew her father was controlling, but I never thought it could affect her so much. She was only seven when he started tormenting her. Since her mother left her, he had control.
At school she always told me these strange stories, I think about, a little girl? The little girl was happy, she would supposedly visit her on specific occasions. Vivian envied her with all the blood in her body. She wished she could be like the rain girl, as she called her.
I did worry about Vivian...
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The girl in the rain
Short StoryA girls battle through tough times, makes her want to join a peaceful girl who seems to have the easy life.
