Briars and Rain

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Best friends, Briar and Rain are polar opposites. Briar loves adventure and the thrill of the chase and Rain prefers to stay at home and read next to the warm cozy fire. Briar often coaxes Rain
into coming with her on her adventures until one day, Briar disappears.

Submitted: November 25, 2017

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Submitted: November 25, 2017



Rain couldn't stop staring at the spot that Briar had been before she was taken. Briar wasn't gone. She couldn't be gone. Surely they weren't talking about her Briar. The strong, brave, adventurous, confident, Briar Sofia Wisteria.

Rain could remember the day that Briar had come running into their flat, carrying a bag full of eyeballs. Rain had been disgusted but Briar explained that they were part of an experiment and they had been given to her by her brother who worked in a morgue.

Then suddenly, one late night in the middle of January, Rain was sitting in her favorite armchair, next to the fire, reading. Rain had just reached the climax when Briar came crashing in, screaming at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face, pasting her long, burgundy hair to her cheeks. Briar sat down by the fire, still sobbing, while Rain tried to come over and comfort her. Briar turned away from her friend and instead pummled the wall with her fists, pouring all her grief and anger into her attack. Briar had finally calmed down around midnight. She sat by the fire, tears silently gathering in her beautiful, sparkling, blue eyes. Rain went over and enveloped Briar in a warm, smothering hug.

"I think," Briar whispered, "I'm going mad." Rain hugged her tighter.

They stayed like that the whole night until the sun came up. Briar had fallen asleap somtime in the night and when she woke up, Rain was still hugging her, lightly snoring. Briar kissed her lightly on her forehead and got up to make some coffee. The night before was a blur in her mind. An angry, blind blur.

Before Briar had run into the flat, she had been at Max's cafe, sipping a mocha. Rowan, her brother, came in and sat at her table with a grim look on his face. "What's wrong?" Briar asked. It was exactly 8:27 PM.

Rowan tried to swallow, and said, "Your sister," he trembled, "Rhea is gone. Dead. There was an accident with a bus-"

Briar froze. Then she screamed. "No! No! YOU'RE A LIAR! NO!"

Briar blinked. Rowan had dissapeared. The clocks over her head read 8:25 PM. Rowan walked in the cafe with a grim look on his face.

"NO!" Briar screamed, and ran out the door and to the flat.

Now, Briar was quite sure she had imagined the entire thing, and yet.... As she poured the coffee, the phone rang. Briar's blood ran cold. It's just a phone call. she told her self. But she just couldn't let go of the idea that something had happened to Rhea. With a trembling hand, she picked up the phone.

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