leahdino
The festival was coming, and she didn't even have a decent pair of shoes. Once again, she would be forced to watch from the sidelines in her plain blue dress as her friends paraded around in their fancy, garish clothes.
Glimmer. The first thought that came to me: Vampires. How utterly depressing is that? Vampires are supposed to be ruthless, evil, spawn-of-Satan-esque monsters that feed on humans. Like something Sam and Dean Winchester would run into. Not a bunch of romantic, human-loving sparkly pansies.
The desert was hot and dry and barren. Big surprise, right? The desert was exactly how would picture a desert. Although, I wasn't expecting unicorns.
As oxymoronic as it seems, the silence truly is deafening as we all hold our breath, waiting for his answer. Time seems to move in slow motion. Finally, he turns to us. I can tell before he says anything what he's going to say.
"He's dead," he finally says, confirming my fears.
I was always in such a hurry. Always running, always shoving food in my mouth like there was no tomorrow, always giving a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying on again. Now the only thing hurrying is the blood pouring from my chest.
The landscape unfolded in front of me like a panorama as I reached the top of the cliffs. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the orange, pink, and purple sunset over the dark, roiling ocean.
I was careful to clean my prints. I disposed of the body. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, to connect me to the crime. The only thing I couldn't cover up was my conscience. I was weak, I got caught. It's all over now.
"He tires too easily. There's no way he would make it. We have to stay here and fight it out."
"We can't stay here! The Walkers are coming this way! Have you net seen them?"
"Then what do you propose we do?"
"We leave him."
I had an epiphany one day, when i had an assignment in class to write a story. I am writing about a kid who can turn invisible, who becomes best friends with a blind kid. Yup. Don't steal my idea, ya'll. Ima get it published. :)
She said it without conviction.
"I don't care."
For some reason, that hurt more than her anger, than her sadness. Her cold indifference was painful and left me wishing I had been better. Different.
It left me wishing it would all just end.
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