Water

The music pounds loudly through out the small apartment, creating vibrations with in the walls. The girl screams in agony, begging for the music to make her forget just where she is in life, or better yet, where she isn't. She whips away the salty tears before she has a chance to taste the tangy moisture on her lips. She stairs in awe at the people, walking and laughing outside, jogging, pushing strollers and gossiping with friends. Just for a moment she demands to be someone else, to live in someone else's shoes. She thumps down the stairs, roughly throwing open the door and taking off down the road, covered in pot holes. She runs. Runs behind the business that is placed across the street. And to the creek, perching herself on the sideways tree leering over the muddy clouded, water. She forgets where she is in the world, forgets that life isn't what it should be, and that at her age, she shouldn't feel this way. She stairs up at the sky, silently asking for the answers to life. She pays little attention to the quickly darkening sky, and looks into space feeling that horrid pit in the bottom of her stomach, ache yet again. It starts to pour, she doesn't care. She runs her fingers through the water, watching as it ripples but never breaks. Now Suddenly, she wishes she could be water, always perfect and unable to be torn apart. For just one moment she wishes she was stronger.