Nothing but Empty (open)

Molly opened her eyes to see a slightly younger girl. The girl generally looked concerned for her and Molly wiped at her eyes. "I'm okay," she said still sobbing.

She wasn't very convincing. Her heart ached because she missed Alex so much. He had been the only person she had ever truly trusted. Now all she had left was her mother. But her heart was shattered so her mother's love wasn't even enough to keep her happy nowadays.

Molly wiped at her eyes some more as she took in the other girl. "My name's Molly," she said after a few more minutes.

Mara. A pretty name. Molly takes the offered hand and stands. She wiped at her eyes again more so out of habit then tears now. "It is nice to meet you as well, Mara," Molly said politely, "And thanks."

"I must seem pretty pathetic crying my eyes out huh?" she asked with a little half laugh tagged on at the end. Everyone had something to cry about yet here she was crying when no one else showed such weakness. Molly just couldn't stand certain memories and normally she would have shoved the girl's hand away but she needed to make friends instead of pushing them away.

Molly smiled. She was glad that Mara understood. Things were tough for her and her mother. Things always had been tough for her and her mother. She had never known her father and had learned to work at a young age. It was just tough knowing the best thing she had ever had had been taken away.

"Sure," she said, "Sorry if I seem a bit withdrawn. I am just used to being alone."

Molly felt sadness take over again but it only seemed right she told Mara since she seemed interested. She took a deep breath. it was always hard to remember that day.

"It happened two years ago," Molly said as she felt she was looking back at that day, "I was in love. He was the only boy I had ever cared for. Alex was his name. He had gotten a bad cold so working in the fields was hard for him. He was having so much trouble that day. The Peacekeeper didn't care that he was sick. He wanted him to keep working. I tried to speak up but he backhanded me. Then... Then... he.. he shot Alex. He killed him because of a stupid cold."

Tears streamed down her face again. After Alex's death she has snapped. She had lost all of her friends. Things were awful.

Molly heard the line that she had heard so often since that day. Then the rain started. It was a strange poetic justice but a justice the same. She stood there stunned for a minute. The drops of rain began to already soak her before she turned and ran after Mara.

She felt each step as puddles already began to appear. Her tears were replaced with the drops of rain and an strange calm took over. She wondered then if he missed her the same way she missed him?

"I'm fine with it," Molly responded as she caught up to Mara. Then suddenly Mara fell and Molly did not know whether to laugh or help her up so she did a bit of both. "I'm sorry," she said with a laugh, "I shouldn't laugh but honestly it is a bit funny."

Molly helped Mara up and pushed the wet hair away from her face. The blond hair was downright soaked now.