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Hi, my name is Allie
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 | Flows of The Rainfall [01] |
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 4.84 with 32 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-11-17 15:41:42 |
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[01]
I was snuggled up beside the fire blazing strongly, against the warm, soft chest of Daemon. The rain pattered alongside of the latched, glass window. It thumped to the rhythm of Daemon’s heartbeat that clashed with the pace to his chest. I watched the fire dance to the crackling noises it created.
Daemon rubbed my head, sort of combing my reddish brownish locks as he pressed his lips towards my forehead. "Tired yet?" He mumbled, as he cleared his throat.
"...Hmm, no." I muttered, not looking away from the flames. I tried to stare at them until it stung my eyes.
"Its 3: 00AM, I'm already tired," he began, "I think it's time." Daemon looked down at me, his eyes wearily. I didn't comment not knowing if I had to or not. My eyes began to fill with burning tears, as they rolled down my cheeks as if they were a hill.
Daemon wiped them away with his bare hands, "its fun staring at fire isn't it?" He asked smirking. I smiled, a tad bit.
Instantly the buzzing sound of Daemon's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached out to grab it.
"Hello? Yeah...oh god, I'll be there!" He exclaimed more enthusiastically as he jerked up straight with a sudden jolt of energy. I bolted down, while he began to stand up, and click his cell phone off.
"What happened?" I asked inquiringly. "Uh, nothing,” he stuttered. "I have to go, now." He said as he hoisted his body off the couch.
"What? Where?" I asked as I placed both feet down. "Don't worry about it." He said hastily as he hurried off.
He jogged his way to the door, grasping his coat. "But..." I started but then my sentence trailed off, knowing he had already left. The last sound that hit my eardrums was the sound of the door slamming shut.
I sighed, as I swayed the emerald curtain to the right while gazing at the rain, briskly beating the streets.
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The rain dissolved into miniature raindrops, dripping from the roof tops. My eyes fluttered opened then blinked twice. The sun shone, and a rainbow had appeared and destroyed the monochrome. I shifted my turquoise coloured eyes around. The fire conflagration had turned into ashes.
I leisurely got up, to check my phone calls. I had one message. It was from Charles, my neighbour who’s really close friends. I listened to the message as I pressed the button which indicated the readings.
“Allie… I’m truly sorry for your great loss today early at dawn. I’ll see you at the…memorial service, if you can understand.” The message paused. I did too. I was congealed. His voice sounded gruff, like he had finished a manly sob.
“M-memorial service?” I whispered gutturally. I knew what that meant. He meant a funeral. I was trying to avoid all confusion and just keep the understandings. I picked up the phone and pressed the buttons dialing the number back.
The line was still ringing, then it picked up. “Charles?” I asked worried, but quiet.
“Yes?” He answered back, clearing his tone of voice.
“What are you talking about?” I spoke tenderly.
“…what?” He asked confused.
“About the last message, you sent me…” I followed my sentence off.
“Didn’t Daemon tell you…?” He stated, in a question. “I’m sorry, I have to leave.” The line was cut with a ringing tone left behind. I placed the phone down, sensitively. I wasn’t sure if I was mad, or sad. I was just puzzled.
Daemon would never keep anything away from me. I needed to speak to him. Now. I sprinted up the carpeted stairs as I ran my fingers through my wavy hair. I trampled into the washroom, grabbing my toothbrush. I cleansed my face, on the spur of a jiffy. I ran out snatching a top and jeans. I threw them on, faster than I could. I tramped down the staircase leaving trails of thudding noises.
I rapidly seized the keys in my palms and shoved the front door open, jerking force propelling against it. I didn’t bother to lock the doors. I walked, in a sudden motion, reaching to latch open the car door.
I banged it shut as I placed my hands on the steering wheel and sighed. I adjusted the mirror and positioned the keys into the car. I backed the car out of the driveway and drove promptly out of the lane.
The rain from before had began again. I scrunched my puckered brows in irritation as the wind got stronger and the rain’s rhythm drummed a heavy beat. The rain was so rigid it seemed like it was going to rupture through the glass of the car windows. The rainfall sounded like a rapid speech of arguments. It was irritably exasperating.
When I was close to Daemon’s house I took a left turn whipping the lashes of the pedals. I screamed dreadfully as the car screeched, while the car collided firmly against another. The last thing I saw was glass breaking down and the rain drops splattering against my bleeding palms.
I heard indistinct chattering underneath my eyelids. I flickered my eyes open, feeling my eyelashes rub against my face. I saw a white room. A white bed. A white everything. My eyes traveled around the room scanning everything. I came across a specific sign then looked back. It read “EMERGENCY ROOM.” It was written bold and clear, and it was directing in the room I was in. I knew where I was, I was in a hospital. I finally recognized the tubes connected into my body attached to mechanical devices. I saw the rate of my heartbeats, and a cylinder of fluid passing by as well as blood.
I felt stiff, and weighty. My eyes were red and swollen, my hair was cluttered, and my palms wrapped around with a heavy cast. I swathed my face with my hands as I felt the dark, circled bags below my eyes.
I exhaled noisily, while moistening my dry lips with my saliva. I felt like I’ve been lying down for centuries. I couldn’t move.
“Allie!” I heard a female voice shout in worried excitement. It was my mom. She ran into the room making raucous noises as she drove force while opening the door.
She settled down sitting on the white bed next to me.
“You’re awake,” she whispered very softly while cold tears dripped down from her watery eyes. “I love you, honey.” She softly said.
“I love you too, mom.” I told her back, it was almost like I was mouthing it instead of saying it. I felt the pain gush through the streaming trails of tears in her eyes. She was destroyed. Most of it was her heart.
She embraced me, in a sudden motion as I did too. I wanted to ask her about the…funeral but I didn’t want her to cry any more, than she was now.
I felt her quivering as she cried harder. I felt the tears drop on my shoulder, while she was still hugging me.
I began to shed tears as well, as I sensed the sensitive tears trickle down my bruised cheeks. I couldn’t sop holding her close to me. It just hurt to let go of her. I opened my eyes tranquilly hugging her. I saw the rain like a watercourse, swiftly running down slamming harder than usual along sided the unbreakable glass.
I shut my eyes again as additional tears tumbled down. “Where’s dad?” I questioned silently. She made thunderous noises as those noises formed into a million streaming snuffles. “He-he-he…” She wasn’t able to finish. She whimpered some more agonizingly. I let her cry some more, until she was ready. I was afraid to hear what she was going to say.
“He-he’s—he’s gone…” She finally managed. The moment she finished her horrifying sentence, the rain instantaneously stopped, utterly.
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A/N: What did you think? I wasn't really planning on this I just wrote it while thinking it through. Best ideas come best when your not really thinking. Well, at least I hope it's best...hopefully even better. ^.^ |
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