A dark, misty day. Sitting on a grave, she looks up at a nearby leaf, clinging to the tree, like she is unknowingly clinging to her past. Her tears stream down her cheeks, her mascara closely following. The wind blows softly but she doesn't feel a thing. The grave is unmarked, and she doesn't know why she is there, but to her, it feels comforting. It was 16 years ago she was given life, but only 5 days ago, was it taken from her. She doesn't want to leave her family, her home. So she waits on a grave, hoping someone could take her home, but she doesn't know, the the unmarked tomb is her own.
By: Kayleigh Williams