The Girl in the Rain

She walked along the city street, in a sea of strangers on a cloudy day.  Thunder crashed violently overhead, but she didn’t flinch.  In fact, she barely even noticed.

She was always disconnected from the people around her, never really belonging in any place or situation.  Maybe it was the way she viewed the world, or just the way the world viewed her.  Most of her existence was unnoticed and insignificant.  She was easily forgettable, which she tried to see as an advantage, but it didn’t feel like one.  All around her people laughed and connected, but she always stood on the sidelines just outside of the action, watching it unfold, never participating in even the slightest sense of the term.  She watched, and wished that she could find her place, but eventually realized that there was no place for her here.

A stranger bumped into her without so much as an ‘excuse me’, and for the millionth time that day she wondered if she existed at all.  Often people looked through her, and she worried that she had in fact died, but not yet realized it, and that nobody could see her because she no longer actually existed.  She was truly invisible, and the emptiness inside was so deep and so dark that even a black hole itself could be overtaken in the vacuum of nothingness that resided within her soul.

It’s not that she didn’t want to connect.  It’s that something inside of her, woven into the very core of her being, couldn’t connect.  She was one to ask, but never to be asked.  She was one to care, but never the one to care about.  She was one to listen, but never the one to be heard.  Sometimes, the people around saw her sadness over this, and interpreted it as an over indulgence in self-pity.  But she didn’t pity herself.  She didn’t feel anything for herself at all. She was called mysterious, but she wasn’t mysterious.  She was practically screaming, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know!”  But that’s the thing.  No one really wanted to know anything about her.  She worried what people thought of her, but eventually came to understand that nobody thought of her at all.  She had so much to share, but nothing to offer.

She had friends.  Very few, but carefully selected friends that she trusted on a limited basis.  Even they couldn’t see the sadness behind the laughter, or the hollowness behind the humor.  They loved her as much as they had to, but no more than that.  She wasn’t worth any more than that.

Sometimes she hated herself.  She knew she was a broken down mess of a soul, and just wished she couldn’t see it so well.  If she could have cried, she would have.  But the emptiness ran so deep that she no longer felt sadness.  Just an overwhelming numbness overtaking her very essence, what made her who she was.  She felt nothing.  She was nothing.

She’d never been popular, and she pretended it was by her choice, but she knew that wasn’t the reason.  It was because no matter how hard she tried to matter, she just wouldn’t.  Nobody really cared, not the way she did.  And in the end, maybe that was her own fault.  Caring too deeply and thinking too much.  Nobody lives that way happily.  Only a tortured soul could exist in this way.

It had been raining, but she hadn’t noticed.  Even though her hair was dripping, raindrops hung off her lashes and her wet clothes clung to her cold body, she hadn’t felt it, hadn’t felt anything in so long she’d forgotten how to feel at all.

She stopped in her tracks on the city sidewalk and looked up into the ominous, grey skies.  The ice cold rain slammed across her face, invoking a numbness upon her skin that matched the numbness inside her soul.

Maybe she wasn’t meant for this world.  Maybe that was her purpose, to walk across the Earth like a ghost.  Unnoticed, ignored and easily forgotten.  To be looked at, but never truly seen.  To be listened to, but never truly heard. To be there, but never to belong.

She closed her eyes against the onslaught of lightning, and as everyone else ducked for cover she held out her arms and prayed Grimm would come for her.  But in order for death to take her, she would first have had to live, and she never quite made it that far.  She felt nothing, just went through the motions in a world that was too bright to notice her insignificant, dim light.

She would never belong to this place, to these people.  She would never be enough for this place, for these people.  Her quiet voice would never be heard among the shrieking of the others, and anymore, she wasn’t sure she wanted to belong here anyway.

She put one foot in front of the other, water filling her shoes and sending a chill straight to her tired bones.  If she felt anything at all she would’ve shivered.  But she didn’t feel anything at all, and she didn’t shiver.

She turned down a dark alley, the greyness and rain obscuring the view of her silhouette as it disappeared around the corner, and just like that…she was gone and forgotten.

The hustle of the city street forged ahead, and nobody skipped a beat.  One was left to wonder…did she ever truly exist at all?

 

 

Feedback and comments would be most appreciated!  Thank you for reading.

Sincerely,

Lisa

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9 responses to “The Girl in the Rain

  1. Pros: I read it and I immediately felt her loneliness and isolation. I love how you give us a look at what someone we pass and kind of notice might actually be thinking and feeling. I want to meet her and try to help her escape her sadness and loneliness. It made me sad and that is not a bad thing. It made me think and re-read it and that is a great thing. Beautiful, haunting, sad. The end is particularly poignant – did she slip down an ally or jump off a bridge? It left me wondering…

    Cons: I would like to know more about what she wants for herself, what formed her as it does seem a little self-pitying – which she actually says too. I want her to be more hopeful, but I see that the point is she has crossed the line of having no more hope.

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    • That was from Melissa, by the way. Can’t wait to read more if you gift us with more!

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    • Thank you for the feedback! I’m thinking about eventually building off this and turning it into a whole story. I’ll use your feedback when revising it! I felt it might have been too much of a pity party for someone who isn’t supposed to feel anything, so it still needs a lot of work. Thanks again for taking the time to read it and for the thoughtful insight you provided.

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  2. You make me cry

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  3. Lisa sweetie! Read your novel but ‘Girl in the Rain’ is the promise of something much, much more. You have super talent kiddo. Please write more pieces like this.

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    • Thank you, Soph! I look forward to sending “Girl in the Rain” your way one day soon. Thank you for reading my blog, and for leaving such a flattering comment!

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  4. Oops, shit, I’m relegated to asshole island with that sweetie stuff, aren’t I.

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    • LOL! I would never banish you to an island! First of all, you’re one of the few people who are allowed to call me sweetie, and second…if you were banished, who would edit all of my mistakes???

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