~Tears make a river~ [OPEN]

[inablizzard]

Claire Woods

I sit alone on the edge of the smooth, shiny surface of the river. I can hear the faint bubbling of the water moving towards my left. It's peaceful here, on the outskirts of town. The warm, rough cobblestone is comfortable to sit on, the mud rubs my feet gently. Water plants tickle my feet.

I hate my home house. A long bungalow, colored white and blue. I have my own room. My family is well off. But the house has no character. It is devoid of soul. The river does. I can remember spending my childhood years here, with my brothers and later, my little sister. Building little reed boats and watching them float down the river. Trying to catch little schools of fish with our bare hands. I learnt to fish here. It seemed like my life would always be happy and carefree.

But then the winter came. Slowly freezing the ponds and the river. Growing icicles on the windowsills. I told my brother to not go fishing that day. But he did. The townspeople found him late at night next to the deep coastline. Unconscious. Lips blue with cold. Eyes closed.

My father took him back home. My mother did not sleep for days, feeding Lucas, tending to his frostbite. But that winter, there was an epidemic. A small one. It wasn't a bad disease. But Lucas was too weak. He succumbed to the sickness. All winter he had a cough. He died when the first flowers of spring grew. I ripped them from the garden.

I tell myself to stop thinking about this. Lucas is gone. I have to help feed my family now. My useless twin brother is off playing around, as usual.I get to business, building a net trap on the side of the river, worms as bait. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the trap is full of fish. I remember Lucas taught me this trap.
The first tear falls into the river. The rest falls thick and fast, adding to the clear freshwater. I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hello?" Wiping my tears away, I turn to the stranger.

[kiah]

Stallion feet drag along the ground. He hated his life. He hated what he had turned himself into. He hated the fact of what he is, what he had done. Everything that has happened to people that he cared about… He remembers that loyal faces of the people that would have rather dies then turned Stallion in. And what had h=he become. This creature full of hatred and anger. There was no love. No compassion. After all Stallion had a dark heart. He had a heart that was cold. He would watch as he walked down the street, the way people’s eyes followed him, full of fear, they would shrink out of his way, not wanting to annoy him, after all they know what he has done. They know that if the peacekeepers were to ever find out that he would probably have his tongue cut out or worse.

Stallion used to want nothing more that the fear that he receives. It used to be the only thing he craved. To have people shrink away as he walked past. He used to hate the thought of people liking him. Wanting to be like him. Thinking that he was just rough and tough on the outside. He only had a small group of people that followed him. People that he could trust with his life. But as the years went on they were killed because of him. he hated it. He hated it to the bone. People had died because of his selflessness. People died because he desired his life more than anyone else’s.

How could someone live after others sacrificed themselves for him.Rage boiled up inside Stallion, he could feel it threatening to boil over. He struggled to keep it from dominating him. Taking deep breaths Stallion managed to calm himself, slightly. He impatiently started to walk toward the lake where he has his fondest memories. Memories of when he once was happy, when he had discovered something nearly as close to love. But that too had not stayed in Stallions heart for long, as that too had decided that Stallions heart was not worthy of its power.

Stallion rued the day that he had opened himself to feel that way. It had only hurt him. Now he has to think about her, day in and day out, knowing that he could never have her back. She was gone. What they had had was love. But love was not strong enough to dominate Stallion, to overpower the hatred and anger that lingered within him. His eyes search the area, trying to absorb any of the happiness that may linger, only to find none. There was no happiness left here for him, only sadness that swelled in his heart something that Stallion was new to. Not sadness, but the type, this was different, a broken heart, whereas the other was of loss, you can heal loos, but a broken heart? That is not so easy…

His eyes gently graze over the water, water which seemed to dance gracefully, blissfully unaware about how Stallion felt. Stallion was jealous of its carelessness. The way water could just jump around happily having no care in the world, no one judging it, just being the peaceful substance it was. Stallion tore his eyes away furiously. His anger reappearing stronger than before. His eyes found a small figure at the water’s edge. Well what do we have here? Stallion thinks tensely to himself. He walks up to the figure his rage radiating off him like a wild bush fire.

“Hello?” the voice slide quietly through the air, stallion almost froze. It was a girl. at his place. Where he was happy. Was it her? Was it Bella? Stallion walked over slowly, unsure whether he should proceed.