Creative writing "Justice"

In our class everyone was given a piece of paper with either a starter or a theme, from there we all wrote a creative story.

My starter was “injustice is a threat to justice everywhere.” I had lots of fun writing and I hope to continue this story sometime soon, until then, I hope you enjoy it.

Justice

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” I mutter, staring at my reflection in a small puddle of water, a puddle most people would've walked by without a second glance. Not me, I have been sitting here now for 20 minutes.

“Don't cry,” I whisper ,my voice hoarse and small. "Don't cry. it shows weakness don't cry.”

The taste of salt filled my mouth too late. My hands, rough and cut scratch me in an attempt to wipe my eyes clean from the dust and dirt clogging my eyes from reality. It doesn't work. it only makes me cry harder. All in slow motion, I watch my tears cause a ripple effect across my puddle. Wiping my eyes ferociously with my shirt I began to walk. A walk that becomes a run. A run that becomes a sprint. Running to somewhere, anywhere, besides here. Somewhere where I can be by myself...safe.

I continue to run .Never slowing down, Never stopping until I reach wherever I'm going.

Feeling the wind sweep my face and my breathing, and feet fall together in rhythm and for a split second I forget the love so closely followed by the hate that happens in this world. I forget the world is sometimes cruel as much as it is kind and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Pushing myself to the top of the hill,collapsing on my back under a tree, feeling the roots twine beneath me as I gaze out over the roofs of my small town. My hand trembling as I take out my phone, my worst fear being it may vibrate, scared of what may come with the vibration.

Deep breaths as I tap in my password .one number at a time. opening my phone ...Seven unread messages glaring at me almost daring me to read. opening I begin to read the words soon drowning me in a sea of hate ,useless ,ugly and words that I would rather not say out loud. The comments keep rolling in. Hands still shaking as I turn my phone off , the worst feeling knowing that even though I'm not reading they are still talking about me still nothing I can do to stop it.

I begin to walk home. my footsteps heavy on the concrete pavement .I want to cry but I don't think I have any tears left. It's been happening for a few weeks now and what I thought would get better got worse,rain poring down soaking me with in a few drops. As I open my front door I spot my mum something about her makes the tears start again,

“it's going to be alright” she whispers.

the great thing about life is when one chapter finishes another starts and I'm determined to make this next one a better one.

By Mila B