The first time I fell for you
'do you remember? when we first met, we were kids. you were bloody and battered up, because of me. but even then, you didn't care. you sat by me, tending to my wounds, ignoring yours until i offered to patch you up. I thought you had the most beautiful soul I'd ever seen. That was the very first time I fell for you.
Maria. the stupid red-headed cry-baby witch. That's what everyone called the poor five year old. she really didn't mean to, she said. it was an accident, she swore. But what does that matter? No matter how hard she grovels and begs, the people around her, and the kids would believe she was the reason the head of the village dropped dead. It was a heart attack. Absolutely nothing to do with the child. But people will believe what they want to believe, because it's easier than facing the facts. And poor little red-headed Maria stood victim to this mindset, solely because she was the only red-head in that village.
"You witch! You killed my uncle" the boy screamed as he and his friends stomped down on Maria, who lay on the floor, trying to protect her head with her small hands.
They laughed as she bled. They felt joy when she cried, feeling pride in having made the witch of the village to shed tears.
Imagine the boys' surprise when their leader fell onto the mud puddle, courtesy of another boy, presumably their same age. The new kid who moved into this village, just last week. The group of bullies all ganged up on the new kid in a fit of anger, for attacking their leader.
About fifteen minutes later, they leave, having tired themselves out. The new boy lay on the muddy ground, body covered in blood and wounds. He was sure to bruise. Mariah slowly creeped up to him to check if he was dead. She was terrified. Another person dead, because of her. That was until the boy started laughing out. Loudly. The red-head flinched, taken aback.
"Oh, boy. My mother is so gonna kill me" he says, laughing.
Mariah sits there, staring at the boy. she thinks maybe one of the boys hit the new kid's head a bit too hard.
The boy sits up. "Hi. I'm Isiah. what's your name?" He asks.
"M-Mariah..." she says, still not too sure about the boy.
"Mar-iah. Is-iah. Hey, we match!" he says, smiling widely, and the little girl swore her heart stopped for a moment. It was the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen. That was the very first time, she fell for him.
