She hollered at the cats. They were listening now.

were meowing louder, squirming at the feel of raindrops on their noses, and finding refuge in a nearby shed. That’s what made her and them such enemies.

"Well,

Exhilaration rushed through her as she mocked them, flying further and further in her seat. She knew now that the world could and would go on around her, although her own world was burning, and she could and would not care. Despite how utterly cruel it was, and how easily she could end up back there. Caring.

"How

"Why have you forsaken me?"

She was screaming at the clouds. Suddenly overcome, she closed her eyes and tipped her head back.

"God! Why have you forsaken me?"

She was still swinging violently. The cats were shivering in their hut.

"Answer me!"

She felt the world tip forwards and her eyes snapped opened. It was raining blood then. And the swing set was falling.

She wailed as the electric-blue poles and the rusty chains collapsed with a mighty boom. In the red dust where her bare toes had meandered. Yesterday. Today. And all the days to come. None of it mattered now.

She hollered at the cats. They were listening now.