Red Skies

[.avaline]

[Thought I'd try frist person.]
[Avaline.]

I stared at the water, glittering in the dimming sun. Red, orange, pink and purple casting picture perfect skies over the lake; with its blue green waters, though it was streaked the colors of the sinking light. I sighed this was all to good to be true. My past wasn't the nicest. It was horrible, too horrible to remember. No. It wasn't like my whole family died. No. It wasn't like that I was cast out for a silly reason, or that I was adopted. But the only person, who ever even loved me for me. Was killed by my uncle, my stupid uncle. That was my dad.

He used to get me gifts, even though our family hadn't really even had enough money to even pay the lunch bills, let alone our trailer rent. The one thing that they always had enough money was mom's drink. I felt a few tears course down my cheeks, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I was ashamed of what happened. It was my fault that my dad was murdered. My fault.

I sat there just letting the tears flow. Crying was good to do every once and awhile. When I could psychically cry no more. I got up, brushing off may green plaid mini-skirt, and the leggings that were black. My face was drying fast, the salty tears sticky and irritating. I walked over to the water slowly, though the light was dimming I could still see my reflection. I could see the ruddiness and once again I flushed, though this time out of anger that I let my guard down. I had promised myself that I was never going to look back. Not ever. I splashed the water onto my face. That felt better.