I was sitting in my room. Alone. Vulnerable. My parents are getting a divorce. I'd heard them fight, but they always made up. What had changed?
The last fight, my mom stormed out. She was "taking a break." Now the break is bigger, longer. She's leaving us. Me, my dad, my little sister.
How could she do this? She said she loved me. Now she's gone, with some lawyers, figuring out the divorce.
I hate that word, divorce. Whenever i hear it, whenever i say it, it sounds horrible. I cold cruel word, with a cold, cruel meaning. It means that two people don't love each other anymore. And they don't care enough about anyone else to try to fix it.
The night I found out, I screamed. I yelled at them to stop playing with me and tell me the real news. But it never came.
That night, after i calmed down, after i cried my heart out, I looked at the stars. So bright, so hopeful. Then, i saw something peculiar. One was moving. Down towards earth, down towards me. It came through my open window. The one i had opened when i was numb, and wanted to feel something. Even it if was the cold december night.
It came towards me, and it was the shape of a little girl. A porcelain white, little girl. The little girl smiled at me. Then touched my hair, then whispered in my ear, "keep holding on". Then she smiled again, walked away slowly, and disappeared back into the sky.
Then, I knew it was a sign. Keep holding on, and everything will be okay. She knew, and I knew it to.
Thank you, light girl, I thought. Thank you, light.
From,
Evelyn
This story is fiction, not based any true story
