Here is another snippet for you guys. I get so many story ideas, and I never finish them. Anyway this is a story I’m really hoping that I’ll start writing more. Enjoy!

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So many emotions run wild inside of me. 
Why did I have to be such a child? I ask myself, wiping a tear from my cheek. 

Why is life so unfair? 

I walked down the street, the rain hiding any further tears that ran down my cheeks. How long did I have left? Life is so unfair. 
It took everything from me. My family, my friends, my sanity. Why did it treat me so terribly? What had I done wrong? 

Why is life so unfair? 

It didn’t seem to matter. Everything seemed to hate me. People stared at me as I walked passed their windows. I was strange to them. They didn’t like me. They wouldn’t let me in. 

Why is life so unfair? 

A car drives by, splashing water from a puddle up my leg. “Great.” I keep walking. Towards the forest. Towards my sanctuary. Towards the only place that didn’t seem to hate me. I walked through the forest, the trees blocking the wind and most of the rain. I found my normal spot, a small nook made out of a fallen tree. There I sat, hating life and the paths it has thrown me on, trying to bottle up my tears. 

Why is life so unfair? 

The emotions inside of me ran wild. So much pain. So much anger. I sat under the fallen log, wishing the ground beneath me would swallow me up. The wet grass stuck to my legs and shoes. The rain was slowing or at least I think it’s slowing. I was cold and shivering, but I paid no attention to that. I was used to being cold. Used to the pain.  

The world was a cruel place. So harsh, so unfair. There was only pain. And rain. Lots of rain. It seemed like the rain was always there. There was always a cloud. Always a drop of water falling from the sky. Rain seemed to follow me wherever I went. How ironic. You see, my name is Rain. It seems that rain is all I see nowadays.

Even as I looked up at the sky now, there was rain. The raindrops fell down my face mixing with the last of my tears. I silently scolded myself for crying. Tears were a sign of weakness. That’s what my uncle told me. The rain continued to pound down on me. I thought it was slowing down? 

Ugh! 

“Why does life have to be so unfair?” I said into the nothingness. 

There’s no one there. There never was. 

A flash of light blinded me. I squinted against the light, against the rain. What was that? 

It was like a spell, capturing me in a haze of light and color. I was in a daze. What’s going on? I felt heat wrap around me, and I was being lifted up. I tried to shout but stopped. No one would hear me anyway. 

I looked up into the face of the man carrying me. “Who-who are you?” I whispered. My voice shook, and I shivered.

“Do not fear, child. I come to help you.” A voice replied. It was soft and sweet almost soothing. 

Who was this man? Why was he taking me?There was nothing else. All I remember was the light, the warmth.

And the sound of pounding raindrops.