You Called?

Arabelle stepped out into the brisk air. Winter was well on its way, and the weather made it obvious. It was times like this that Arabelle found the stars most beautiful, glowing in the sky, wind blowing. She hugged herself, feeling the sweater on her body. The stars were her favorite thing in the whole entire world.

She and her father would sit out every night, just gazing up at the sky. The night he had died was the last night that he and Arabelle had looked at the stars. He had asked her to open the blinds on his hospital window. He whispered, "Let's look at the stars, how about it?" Thinking back on the memory made her feel extreme sadness. She could feel the tears returning back to her eyes. It had only been five months that he had left them. She held them back, she wouldn't cry again.

Ever since then, her life had been nothing but blurs of confusion. She just wanted help, someone to be there to say, "It'll be okay." Her mother hadn't been much of a mother ever since that day, so she was by herself. No one to tell her it'd be alright, that she'd make it through.

She glanced at the sky once more, and that's when she saw it.

Falling down, a tail of gleaming sparkles behind it. A falling star. Ever since she was little she had believed completely in wishing on falling stars. So, that's exactly what she did. I wish someone would come help me, guide me, show me that it will be okay... I simply ask for a friend. She huffed, and went back inside.

Little did she know, her wish was going to come true...