It was the blue sky I wanted

I lay there in the soft grass, staring at the cloudy sky. I saw no blue, no sun. It was dull and gray. I hated it. It was the blue sky I wanted. The yellow sun that i craved, warming my icy skin. The wind blew. It chilled my skin and moved the grass. I heard foot steps. I froze. Fear took me over. He was coming. He'd found me. All I wanted was the blue sky. I shut my eyes tight, feeling myself tremble. His steps grew louder and I knew he was close. They stopped, I could hear him breathing softly.I felt his breath on my ear so I assumed he'd knelled next me.1

"Hey, it's me."2

That wasn't my father. My eyes snapped open. It was the one i loved. The one to save me. My blue sky. He laid down next to me intertwining his hand in mine. I watched him and he turned to me and smiled. After minutes of silence he looked at the sky.3

"Looking for the blue sky?" he asked.4

"Yes." I replied softly.5

I stared at him hoping he would look back. He didn't, he went on staring at the cloudy sky.6

"It's not coming..." He said.7

"I know..." I said blinking back tears.8

I turned back to the gray sky still hoping the clouds would break. I closed my eyes squeezing his hand tighter. I knew this was it. The clouds would never break and I would never be in the blue again. The tears were escaping from my eyes and I felt his hand slip out of mine.9

"Don't cry..." a voice said.10

I trembled at the voice. It wasn't that of my savior's but my father's. I jolted up into a sitting stance and turned to see my father with a gun to the head of the only person I had left.11

"Daddy let him go please...."12

Those were the last words I ever spoke, for my father shot me right after "please". I never found out what happened to my savor but I hope he lives. I hope he lives...