The Fire Within

Her cold hands grasped the handle bars of her bike as she peddled down the street, looking over her right shoulder every now and then. The snow fell softly on her straight brown hair, littering it with white. Baylee's hand squeezed the brake, a squeaking sound coming from the wheels. She shuddered, the snow now falling to the ground. Baylee pulled the arms of her jacket down towards her hands. Her lips had now turned cold, and her green eyes were almost swollen shut. Scars went up and down her back, the blood staining her shirt. The trees in front of Baylee loomed over the girl, creating enticing shadows like flames on the asphalt of the road. Baylee stepped forward, a dead leaf crunching under her bare foot, then bolted into the forest. No one saw her after that. No one heard her. Her parents didn't want her anyway, so they forgot her. Everyone forgot her. She even forgot herself. The bike lay there, alone, with the snow falling gracefully on top of the silver metal.


More to come!