She was invisible. That's how it has always been. She was the girl whose existence was ignored. She got used to it. But, that doesn't mean she never yearned for something different.
She crossed the street, sadly watching the children playing in their backyard with their friends. She yearned to be there with them. She wanted to feel the warmth of a hug, take in the bliss of a frienship and hear the breeze of laughter. More than anything, she wanted someone to see her. Anyone. People walk past her without a second glance. Sometimes, it felt like they walked right through her.
A lone tear fell from her face and hit the road. She closed her eyes and wiped away the tear. She didn't even flinch as a truck shot past mere inches away from her. The tears kept falling. She felt, deep down, that even if the truck had hit her, it doesn't make a difference. She was all alone. No one acknowledged her. No one even knew her name.
The sky darkened and the clouds started rolling in. She crossed the road, past the smiling children and walked towards the park. It was an old one. No one even used it anymore. Just like her. At the edge of the park, there was a broken wooden bench. It's edges were rotten and it looked so weak that a small breeze could uproot the whole thing.
Thunders boomed as she walked into the park. She walked straight to the broken bench in the corner. That broken bench had something that was priceless to her. That was the only place in the whole world that beared something that belongs to her.
She sadly ran her hand along the carving in the bench. It read her name. The one which no one remembered. That's why this place meant something precious to her. No one in this whole wide world knew her name. Not one person who missed her. Not one person who cared for her. Not one person who could even see her. This was the only proof that a girl like her ever existed. And that someone had once cared for her.
As the rain started falling heavily, she held out her hands to protect the carving on a worthless bench. Tears fell off her eyes. She didn't bother to wipe them. She stood there, fully drenched, with tears flowing freely from her eyes. No matter how much it rained, she stayed there, without moving an inch.
Even through the heavy rain, there wasn't a drop of water which fell on it. The words "Diane Tyler" smiled back at her.
Far away from the park, in the graveyard, rain fell freely on a headstone. It read "Unidentified".
