A Yearning Come True Short Story

A Yearning Come True
You know, not everyone can live a life of luxury, and Myla Jones was the exact definition of the vast majority. She lived in the middle of nowhere compared to the rest of the world. It was a small neighborhood that had its fine share of bastards that caused trouble anytime they can. She didn’t have the money or comfort, heck, she had no family. Ever since she could remember, the only people that knew of her existence was… her aunt, but even that wasn’t the best. All she got out of it was abuse, anyway. Scars, physical and mental, filled up her everything. She had no goals in life, and every day later, she would start thinking about how heavenly it would feel to just fall into a deep sleep and never wake up. She yearned to just kill herself and get her

“Why are you here?” she tried again.
…Still, silence.
Myla stared into his light green eyes for some time, before he decided to talk.
“Help me.”
The request sounded so soft. It was like he was afraid she wouldn’t agree. The boy looked so carefree as if nothing could break down his calm heart, but the way he uttered those two words, somehow broke her heart. Her guts were yelling at her, telling her something was wrong, that normal people would not be glowing, and that normal people would just come up to a stranger and ask them for help. Despite that, Myla was too drawn to him to just ignore his plea.
“With what?” Silence.
Not again, Myla thought. She could tell this request meant alot to him, seeing as to how desperate he was being. But she was getting really annoyed with his abnormal way of replying to questions.
“If you want my help,” she started, “I need to know what the problem is before I can help. I will need you to stop staring at me and use the ability God has given you.” Myla was getting weirded out. She normally wouldn’t be so bold, but then again, she wouldn’t normally be in the situation she was currently in.
“Please just stay calm when I tell you