Just the One of Us

..."Besides its not that hot out here. You'll be able to make it."

"You side its about two miles right?"

"Yea, two miles. It wont be bad."

"Right, so what should I do before I leave? What about your leg? Should I..."

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine. Just hurry."

Its a hundred and ten degrees. With only a few hours of sunlight, the young female starts her trek. But she hinders under the thoughts to what might happen if she leaves her friend alone. Alone off the side of the road, broken, and weak. Lorain carries herself well, like always, but with a bit of flash or flare. Walking between the school lockers from class to class down the hallways. It seemed to attract many onlookers and sometimes teachers. She always "ekked" at the thought, but did realized it was her gain and their lose... Though she wasn't the popular girl of her class, she was what one might say "under the radar."; what ever that meant.

The sun now arching over and facing her, Kiren tries to shade her eyes from the massive heat. Like waves at a time, the wind will find its way to her, but it brings the sweat from her forehead to her eyes. Kiren's eyelids close and squeezed tightly, her already burning eyes feel no relief as the beads of salt water penetrates. Like a wolf's grin, Kiren's teeth grind, but not bites, against her pain. Her lips defined and chapped, her father the Sun will curse them dry. It wallows up, and she grips her right thigh.

"AHHHHH! What the hell! Why is this happening to me. Every f'en time!" Her friend's frame still in a blurred sight far behind, she whips her neck forward and release the humid air from her lungs. The ringing tones of music funnel through her head. Somehow this keeps her mind off the situation... "What song is it?...Kiss and a rose on the grave... Na, thats not right at all...

Kiren's nails digging and pinching her thigh as her grip grows stronger, she unwillingly looses consciousness. Settled off the side with her back perched up against the old oak tree, the sun gives it's last breath and then invites the night. Kiren is the smart one, the strong one, the girl with a plan and a mission. But this time cannot be certain otherwise. A doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, she will not be. She can't be without knowing if she'll make it through this time.

The winds start to pick up and the air cools. The tiny small and thin hairs on her arms start to stiffen and flex out. Lorain takes her arms and crosses them, rubbing one arm at a time to rid the goosebumps and her unhappiness. Reaching to put her hands in her back jean pockets and looking up to the sea of stars, "A kiss from the rose on the grave" breaks her train of though, and she hops a stem with an inner giggle.