Hard Spot

Prolouge

The story began as a star would cross over the sky.

Also, would something else.

She tried to reach for the stars in the sky.

They thought of her as not worthy.

So, she pushed Another one to reach for them.

The Another fell.

The bridge was tall, lights and sirens in the background.

An ocean mad and frightening.

A dress, so white.

The victim wasn't found that night.

Rather a more calming

A more violent gene

Was created.

The body rose from the sea in morning.

The body wasn't mine.

Rainy night. Colourful lights in the background of the city she made her way out from. Haraka had no way to escape the wet weather, that pierced her now see-through dress. "Please! Let me through, she is my friend!" A girl in a white dress called out in the crowd. On a bridge so red, she already stood out. With that teary, innocent face of hers. She peaked up at the top of the bridge. The girl who stood there in the waving wind, was Senna. A friend from class. And the only one Haraka had. The men around her looked with lustful eyes, as the perverts they were.

She didn't care. Her only concern was the girl on top of the bridge. Her only friend. So, she took her fragile feet, placed them on the thin railing. Her body was tense, sweating from the sight of the height. One wrong move, and she was gone. Haraka was acting without thinking. The people behind her not seeing the other girl, they yelled and screamed at her. Like she was going to take her life.

"Get down. You're so young and beautiful, you have so much to live for!" Haraka tried to explain them, but got a cold look from Senna. Who was still standing there with pride. And no justice.

One old man grabbed her leg, pulling a little on it. "Let. Me. Go." Her face twisted, and she kicked him off. Put her hair in a ponytail. So, it wouldn't whip her in the face that fucking much. The man groaned, and so did she. Haraka struggled to keep herself from wailing of the rails. It was wet and slippery, and the wind didn't help that much. Senna wasn't looking at her anymore, she was staring out over the troubled ocean. Feeling the troubled wind that made her skirt and hair wave, like they had gotten a life of their own. Her hair was black as coal, eyes fierce as the cold weather.

Her foot knocking impatiently on the ground. Senna still not looking at Haraka, but she looked at her. Thriving to speed up, but having to be careful not to slide off. "Come on." Her hands were shaking, and cold sweat ran down her body. How did Senna even get up here? Haraka knew that the only training or activity got was from sex. And that would have to be some pretty acrobatic and exhausting sex. To even get those type of muscles for that.

The city could be seen from already this height. Light shone from it, reflecting over this big bridge. The rain hit Haraka on her back, causing her to stumble a little. Catching herself with hands on the not so steady railing. Her wet hands, made it even harder to pull herself up. Haraka's small body tensed up, and after a while her muscles ached. Begging for her to get up. She was getting more and more tired, but she couldn't give up.

Her heart beat, so fast, so hard. She could feel it pulse through her body. From chest, all the way out to her tender fingers. The panic crawled underneath her skin. "...live..." The sound of panic was dark and seductive. She felt someone kissing her neck, tracing their finger over her arm. A shock of power flooded through Haraka, and goose bumps spread over. Haraka almost jumped back up again, as if someone had pushed her. But there was no one in sight that could have come behind her.

This made her feel paranoid, as this has happened before. Her stranger of a secret admirer had once again been at her assistance. Haraka's body heat raised with no control. The once bad weather that had bothered her, was in no worry. She lifted her body up from the railing she was holding onto for dear life. And walked, she walked faster, and faster. There was nothing that could stop her, he was with her.

Power fled through her fragile body, and it was love. Nothing could stop her now. She almost ran now. A little smile forming on her mouth. Senna almost twitched in her stance, looking at the small figure almost running towards her with a smile. She hadn't seen Haraka with this type of passion before? Well, no matter for nor did she care. The coal black hair was thrown back over her shoulder. Senna stepped forward.

Getting closer to the edge.

By every step I take.

If you were to differ my fate,

Neither would I cry.

Neither would I fly.

I would sleep,

Where the lonely one's roam.

The atmosphere felt empty, such as Senna. She had for a long time. Haraka had a sense of this. She had seen it in her eyes, which held a dear secret. A secret that wasn't so gay. But she was. To hide the truth her parents couldn't take, she decided to differ their opinionated fate. By staying the way, she was supposed to be. Hidden, because she couldn't be whom she wished to be. A girl and another girl couldn't date, now could they? It would have called disgrace upon their family. That was why the black coaled hair girl was on the top of this bridge at that moment.

To end the disgusting feeling she had towards herself. "You shouldn't have come after me. Stupid." Senna called upon Haraka, as they now stood beside each other. "I'll always come after you. I love you" She whimpered. "But you are not. In. Love with me." Haraka looked down on the ground. "I want to." Senna tensed up, almost bringing her shoulders all the way up to her neck. "Why won't you just spit it out already?! I'm disgusting! You are just pitying me, so that I won't jump off this fucking bridge!" She turned around, facing Haraka with teary eyes, shouting. With every word she said, she came closer, and closer to the frightened Haraka.

Until she stopped. Catching her breath, "You were supposed to burn that letter. Hate me, let me die. So, this pain can go away. You cannot possibly still want to be my friend!" Haraka tried her best to calm her down, hugging her. This way, maybe she would feel safer. Make her depend on Haraka more, and know that she was there for her. The black coaled hair girl, didn't hug back. Instead, she stood still. Taking in Haraka's heat, and the vanilla smell she carried. It was too much. She wanted her to much, so Senna pushed her off.

Shoving her hands into Haraka's chest, causing the her to falling off the bridge. ...what...? what happened? All Haraka could see was a silhouette on the top of the red bridge, screaming? She couldn't feel the rain hitting her. She couldn't focus on anything else than the sky. The stormy sky replaced the screaming in the background, by panicking civilians. A big pulse in her body was to be expected, but she felt nothing than a comforting feeling. As if someone was embracing her. Was this how it feels to be close to death?