My Burn Marks~Sky

I stood at the entrance to a busy cafe. Watching the custermers delicately sip on thier beverages as I stood outside in the evenings cruel air. Snow was starting to spew out from the sky, flaking my hair with the sparkiling crystal white beauty.

I was envious of the ones in there. They had a family, a life. Those careless people in there didn't have to worry about the things I did. I watched from the fogging window as they smiled and laughed with each other. I was just a stranger in the distance. The people in there didn't see me as any more then a person off the street. Perhaps this was good, considering the circumstances.

I was here to meet someone. To accept something I didn't think I had the courage to. I was here to meet someone. Someone I didn't yet know. I knew very little about the stranger I was looking for.

The others would have freaked if they knew I had been stupuid enough to leave our hiding by myself to meet a complete stranger. But he had promised he could help. That he could make it all stop. All I had to do was meet him, I had been talking to this man for awhile, on the phone, internet, anything but in person.

The person who gave me his number had been a very trustworthy person. Chelsea had been my very best friend. She had handed me this man's number through the scorching fires that had captured her. Her last words would ever be imprinted in my mind. "Save yourself, be the one to survive."

The very paper that I held in my hand had a black scorched mark on it from the fire. Flames from that time did more to me then burn down a building, it scorched a place in my heart I would never get back. I was marked as a murderer.

For a couple more minutes I waited outside, but the man never showed himself. I felt an arm around my shouldier. Instinctly I jumped and slammed my elbow against the stranger.

As the figure groaned and slithered to the ground I reconized it as Zane. "Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry!!!" I screeched, giving him a hand back up.

"S'okay. At least you didn't have a gun or something. Wanna get some hot cocca before we pretend we were never here?" he asked. As if he had known all along why I had come here.

I forced a smile. We walked into the cafe trying hard not to look out of place. There was only one person working behind the counter which meant that this would be easy...