The sun had fallen as dark clouds overtook the sky. At first they cried, slamming down trees with their hands before tears ran down their faces and water fell upon the earth. In the midst of the crying clouds was three figures running, two chasing after one. Although the two chasing could be seen mouthing something, their screams were muffled behind the loud cries of the sky. Two bright balls of lights suddenly appeared behind the one running as she stopped stiff in her tracks, blinded by the brightness that came out of nowhere. One of the chasers saw this and leaped as fast as he could to push the frozen one away, however it was too late. Their fates were already decided.

A vehicle began to take shape in the chaotic rain as it skidded on the slippery road, slamming into the two bodies. A boy flew forward as a girl rolled over the car before falling into a clear puddle. The vehicle eventually reached to a stop as it slammed into a tall light pole. In the eye of the hurricane stood another girl, who wore the same face as the girl who just got hit by fate. The girl stood very still, not even breathing as she walked up and looked down at the other girl, who was almost drowning in the puddle.

The girl did not make a sound, nor did she breathe, as she stared down at the lifeless body. Something wet rolled down her face, but it could have been the heavy tears of the sky that was collecting in her long dark strands of hair. No one knew for sure.

From across the road, where a lonely bench sat protected from the rain by a plastic roof, stood a tall man. The man had pulled out his cellular device and called for help when his gaze landed on the girl standing. He kept his eyes on her to make sure she wasn’t going to try anything funny.

“911, what’s your emergency?” a female voice asked from over his phone.

“There’s been a car crash here,” he quickly replied, “two students were hit by a car, and the car had slammed into a light pole,” he gave as much information as he could.

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“Where is this accident sir?” the female asked. The man opened his mouth, his vocal cords ready to give the answer before promptly stopping. He noticed a slight change in the girl’s expression. He walked forward a couple of steps before squinting. When he did, he saw the picture more clearly through the distracting droplets of rain falling between the two. It was as if time had stopped at that moment as he saw her expression. Each droplet of rain frozen in space and time. The ends of her lips curled up before her lips parted revealing straight, square pearls.

The next thing that happened, was something even the man was not sure he had seen properly as the girl’s mouth moved in what seemed like slow motion. Fi-na-lly. The man’s jaw dropped. It was as if he was witnessing something he shouldn’t have. It was as if he had committed a sin watching her utter that word, that he had shared her burden, that he was part of something he could never back out of. Just when he thought that, the girl had looked up. They locked eyes and he noticed how emotionless her eyes were. It was as if someone had carved out every single inch of emotion she had in her and had thrown it away.

“Sir? Hello sir! Are you still there?” the voice called out through the phone. Time started to tick again as the raindrops hit the concrete road, splitting into a million pieces.

“Ah yes, the address, uh,” the man moved his head to look around his surroundings when he noticed a tall, grand building he recognized, “we are near Sky Wall Private Academy!” he answered.

“Sky Wall Private Academy sir?”

“Yes, Sky Wall Private Academy.”

“Yes, please stay there, an ambulance is headed your way,” the voice said.

“Yes,” The man replied as he looked back up. When he did, he noticed the sky had cleared, the dark clouds disappearing as if they never there. If it weren’t for the puddles and the wet pavement then nobody would’ve been able to tell that it had just been raining seconds before. He looked back at the accident to see the girl who was standing had also vanished as if she was never there in the first place. If it weren’t for her vivid expression and eyes, then the man himself may have never remembered she was also there.