Not As Bad

The rain pounded harder, soaking through Ivy's thin blouse as she banged on the car window in frustration, not knowing what else to do.

"Seriously?" she muttered, shivering as the cold seeped into her bones. The wind howled through the empty road, making her feel even more isolated.

Her pulse quickened, fear creeping into her mind.

"Stay calm." She told herself but it was hard.

She had no phone. No shelter. No way to call for help. And the rain wasn't letting up—it was only getting worse.

The darkness pressing in around her suddenly felt heavier, the storm amplifying her vulnerability.

Why now? If she had known, she'd have just remained at the hospital. She thought bitterly, hugging herself against the chill. The rain clung to her face, mixing with the strands of damp hair sticking to her skin.