Cloud [part 1]

Light stared at her reflection in her closet mirror and sighed. Her brick red hair was a bird’s nest. Her light blue tee only helped to show the fact that she had a triple layer of bags underneath her pale green eyes. She sighed again and got ready for school, a man made soul sucker.

Light’s foster mom kissed her on her cheeks and handed Light her lunch, “Have a wonderful day sweetheart.” She said cheerfully as Light shuffled out the door.

“Right.”

It was a blistering hot summer and even though Light was wearing a tee and shorts she began sweating minutes after leaving for the bus stop.

Great, now there’s another reason for people to ignore me.

She looked up in time to see Nixa running towards her in the same condition. Unless they were best friends with Nixa since grade six, like she was, they would think that the world was ending just by the look she had on her face right now.

She began complaining as soon as Light was in earshot, “Lye, its official. Summer sucks so much. I mean, look at me.”

“You always look like that.”

“Shut up. I’m wearing a skirt. A skirt! All my other clothes stink like something from hell so I’m in an s-k-i-r-t, skirt. Do you know how awful it is? God, I’m feeling self-conscious already. Hide me.” She whined as they climbed onto the bus and grabbed a seat on the left side in the back of the bus. Light sat on the inner side of the seat since Nixa often complained that she felt sick when sitting on any moving vehicle that was filled with the smell of perfume and boy odor.

Seeing how distressed her friend was Light consoled her by telling her, “C’mon we’re already sixteen it’s normal to wear skirts, plus you look great.” Which was true, she had on a knee-length green pleated skirt, and an orange polo shirt. On their own they’d look great, but combined with Nixa’s waist long locks of wavy black hair and her soft dark brown eyes… it’s been worse.

“You are a lying hobo.” Nixa declared with a confident grin.

“In that case, I am King of all lying hobos.”

“Shut up! I’m the king of all hobos.”

“You suck at being king hobo.”

Anything Nixa was about to say was cut off by a deafening crash that came from the side of the bus. The bus toppled and fell to its side sending Light toppling into Nixa. Light could feel the glass from the bus digging into her flesh of her arms and let out what she thought was a scream. She could see glass and broken bodies lying all over the bus, a few contorted into impossible positions. A small fire had started in the front of the bus, but quickly getting bigger as it burned up everything around it. A few people who weren’t knocked unconscious or killed were trying to scream for help. Even so, the only thing Light could hear was a dull roar as if she was trying to listen to them while being underwater.

Then she felt something struggling under her. It was Nixa, she was alive. Light grabbed onto the side of the seat in front of her and pushed herself up quickly as possible with a mangled arm. Nixa crawled up on her knees and grabbed Light’s good arm to pull her self up from the broken pieces of glass that used to be the window.

Nixa began shouting something at Light that she couldn’t make out, all she heard was a dull roar. Light looked at her and thought, it’s a shame her skirt is all torn like that, and it was really pretty too, she thought numbly.

Nixa started to climb over the seats in the front of her self, as soon as she climbed over the first seat she reached her hand out to Light to help her get over it too. Light managed to scramble over the first seat, but fell as soon as she got to the other side. She felt that she had landed on something soft, and looked down. It was a boy, with light brown hair, and soft green eyes that were hidden behind his glasses, bangs, and blood, his blood. A piece of glass as large as Light’s hand had impaled the side of his head. The boy's glassy eyes stared up at her; it was a pair of eyes that would never see again. Light let out another scream. As she did the sound rushed back to her, again she could hear the voices of people, now turned into screams. Again she could hear the wind rushing past her, carrying the fire towards them.

Nixa reached out from the next set of seats to Light, “Lye, don’t give up.”

Light numbly followed, no longer feeling the pain she was in.

After passing three more seats Nixa pulled her self up crawled towards what used to be the roof of the bus. She began pushing on the emergency exit on the roof of the bus. Light took the moment to look at her, realizing that Nixa wasn’t using one of her arms and that half of her face was caked with blood. Her clothes by then had many tearing in them and blood was staining it, it looked almost like her female version of Jack the Ripper costume she wore for Halloween the year before.

Nixa only needed a few seconds to push open the exit, but as she did so a fresh gust of air entered the bus causing the fire to erupt with life. The fire roared as fed off of the fresh air and started burning at a faster pace. Nixa ran towards Light, took her by her left arm, and half dragged her towards the exit causing Light to scrape her knees in the process.

“C’mon Lye, don’t give up on me.” Nixa muttered under her breath as they stumbled over a body.

The fire was only inches away from them as the girls reached the exit. Nixa struggled to push Light out into the exit seeing the other girl was only half conscious.

Light looked at Nixa sleepily and smiled, “go.”

“Hell no. No hobo’s left behind.” Nixa answered with determination.

Light looked at the stubborn look on Nixa’s face and sighed; whenever she was determined to do something nothing could change her mind.

“Except perhaps, death?” asked a familiar voice.

Nixa’s face contorted in shock and pain as she began to cough up blood. She looked down to see a blade glistening in her blood coming out of her chest and fell to the ground.

“Nixa!” Light screamed as she saw her friend crumple to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

Light turned to face the attacker only to be greeted by the familiar blackness of her mind.


*****
Thank you to the Anon who caught the mistake about the name mistake (I probably confused lots of people with that).