Creative Writing: River's POV

River’s POV After what felt like an eternity of searching, I finally found her resting against a tree, music blaring so loud that she didn’t notice me walk up or sit next to her. I sat there for a minute, waiting for her to take notice, and when no recognition had come forth, I tapped her shoulder gently. She ignored it completely, so I did it again. This time, a head full of dark hair and charcoal eyes whipped up so fast that I heard a crack. She stared at me bewildered, a conglomeration of expressions adorning her exhausted features.

“What the hell?” she blurted out, her voice raised.

“Umm, hi. I’m River. Sorry for… Scaring you, I guess.” My greeting was returned with a blank stare. “Okay… I can go now, I guess. I apologize for interrupting you.” Slowly standing up, I started to walk away, and when I had reached the door, I thought I heard a faint voice behind me say, “Please come back,” but I passed it off
I overlooked it, seeing as I’ve been imagining some pretty disturbing things lately. When I felt it again, I looked up, hoping it was just some artistry of my thouroughly messed up mind. I was greeted with a concerned face, I recognized her from some of my classes. I sat there, staring, absolutely dumbfounded for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably only aorund fifteen seconds. “What the hell?” Oh my god. I can’t believe I just said that.

“Umm, hi. I’m River. Sorry for… Scaring you I guess.” I just stared at her. This is definitely an illusion. She looked at me questioningly, and then tilted her head slightly. “Okay…. I can go now, I guess. Sorry for interrupting you.” She walked away, and something inside of me broke.

“Please come back,” I whispered, half hoping she would hear me. The figure continued walking away until she was completely gone, and I once again faded into the background. Did that actually just happen?

River’s