She lay there still

She lay there still. Her tiny frame, in cold. Red water in puddle she was laying in swayed her soft brown hair, mirroring her colorless face, her clouded eyes filled with anguish. Dark streams trickled down her nape, as the contrast of clear rivulets on her wasted cheeks. Her bluish lips trembled as she huddled more. Uncaring gusts kept brushing her soaking little blue t-shirt, black starless skies high above burned her with incessant rays of freezing rain. Even the heavens themselves seemed to leave her there alone and abandoned. Her apologies went unheard. She cried, but she didn't reject what came for her. Sadness gripped her, over her mean words that hurt someone she wanted to be her friend. Maybe apology wasn't enough. Maybe... she deserved to be pushed and left there alone. It's just the cold was too painful. The darkness of that lonely world she was left in. It was scaring her. The skies looming over her seemed too cold and too dark. She was too tiny under that hollow, indifferent void that kept closing in to embrace her. She didn't even feel pain anymore. She was freezing. There was anger in 'her' eyes, 'her' anger was last she saw from someone else. 'Her' dark figure standing over her with eyes shining brightly with anger. 'She' wouldn't return, nor accept her apology. It was the first time rain felt so cold. Each drop stung, as the world she used to see in the wholesome colors, always so warm and congenial, turned its back on her. It was how 'her' world felt, so dark, so cold and empty. Maybe she had to see it to understand. She shouldn't have lashed out on 'her'. Just being ostracized once was nothing compared to every day bad things 'she'd been enduring. 'She' pushed her, and she wasn't mad at 'her' for that, just sad, so painfully sad, cold and lonely. She lay still, watching the last colors drifting away from the trembling reflection, as the last faint glimpse of life in her foggy eyes finally faded. No longer could she see how someone drove past, how lights went out on the other side of the window she'd been looking through earlier. How the ones mistreating her that night went home, unaware of what their antic had eventually led to. All leaving her there, in that dark little alley, growing cold, and no more crying. She couldn't hear her father crying out her name, running all over the building. How he screamed for her, finding and cradling in his arms. She couldn't respond anymore. Couldn't give her pure little smile and usual selfless care. 'Sleep well, my dearest', he said as her little marble body went down in its last house of crystal lilies. Sleep well, he said, but he didn't know she wouldn't be able to sleep. Finding herself in the cruel realm in-between, all alone, where she'd stay for years of horrors she wouldn't be able to prevent from happening.