Short Story: Your Sorrows Into Me

Short Story: Your Sorrows Into Me

The more he looked at her, the more her differences showed. First he noticed how she wore boots instead of slip on shoes, then how her jeans were ripped along the front, as if a large cat had tried to tear them off her legs. Her top was black, cut stylishly, with a grey skull painted on and silver studs along the neck line. But it was her hair that fascinated him the most. It was darker than midnight in winter, with a single platnium blonde streak on the left side, just behind her fringe. Her fringe was just a simple straight fringe, but it had an intense effect if she looked at you and caught you off guard.

He walked up to where she was sitting, and sat down next to her, but not too close.

"This is an unusual place to sit and hang out." He looked around the cemetry, feeling a little freaked out. She shrugged.

"I was visiting family." She didn't look at him, but he heard the stress in her voice.

"Can I ask who?" He spoke quietly. She shrugged again.

"My cousin. He died when I was twelve and this is the first time I've visited his grave."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He looked down at his hands, only to look up when she spoke again.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't kill him; he killed himslef." She looked at him for the first time.

"Jenna..." He felt his heart ache a little when he saw how red her eyes were and the smeared make up around them. So for the last half hour, she had been sitting here crying, on her own.

"The sad thing is; since he's gone, I don't have anyone to talk to anymore." Her voice dropped all emotion and she looked away. That was when he decided he would be there for her always, no matter what she needed or wanted.

"You could try talk to me." He whispered the words, but she heard them.

"No, Craig. I have things to say that would make a hundred year old skeleton cry itself to sleep for a month." She didn't look at him when she spoke, so he made her look at him.

"Try me." He looked straight into her eyes, urging her silently to talk to him.

"Fine, you want to know my story? I'll tell you. When I was twelve, I had the worst day at school, and when I went home, I was told that I had lost my aunt in a car accident. That was when I started to see how cruel life could be. A few months later, Mikey was at poker night with his friends, like a normal Saturday night. Then, on his way home, he stepped onto the tracks and waited for a train. He left a note saying he was sorry he had disappointed everyone, but he just couldn't cope. Then, angels fell and no one bothered to help them. As soon as life was getting back to normal, angels fell yet again. And do you know what? The only thing I can do to let all my pain out is to play music and talk to a gravestone. How sweet is life when it's like that?" She looked at him, tears threatening to fall again. Craig could only look at Jenna as she silently screamed for his help.

After a moment, he pulled her towards him and held her tight, whispering things to her that he meant.

"If I could, I would take it all away and do everything that would make you happy. You've done nothing to deserve this, and it's not fair that you've had to suffer alone, but I'm here now and I'm sorry. I am so so sorry I wasn't here sooner to save you." He could feel her form tight fists, gathering the material of his shirt in their grasps. He held her tighter and rubbed his cheek on the top of her head. Then he heard it, but questioned the reality of it; the faintest whisper of a 'thank you'...