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Hi, my name is Allie
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 | Flows of The Rainfall [03] |
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 4.93 with 14 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-11-30 17:22:15 |
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A little recap for the people who either forgot or never read. ^^
[02]
“Allie!” He hushed as his deep voice, huskily hollered. I stopped shouting rapidly when he called my name. I turned around facing my back to him. I began slicing tears as they formed a trace running down my face.
“Allie, I’m sorry.” He said apologetically, as he strides closer placing his palm on my shoulder.
“Don’t talk to me…” I murmured as I sucked in a breath. “I didn’t tell you because…” He sighed vastly, “Because…I’m sorry I just can’t tell you.” He finally said.
“Why not?!” I yelled. “He’s my dad! Why are you doing this?!” I bawled at him as I stretched my hands in the air with wrath.
“I promised myself and a friend that…I wouldn’t tell.” He replied simply. I held my breath hoping that I would run out of air and die. That wasn’t ever going to happen, so I exhaled.
“Daemon, please!” I begged him awfully. “Why are you torturing me like this?!” I said while falling down to my knees.
I landed onto the floorboards as my legs plunged down smacking against it. I just felt and had a sense to die and to not bother living if my hopes are coming to an end. Life is a dream and if your dream dies you die. My father told me that, and now since he’s gone so is my dream.
“Allie, I’ll tell you one thing…I know who killed your father.” He said as he left the room.
I was completely shocked by the last thing I heard. My mouth fell open as it grabbed oxygen into it. My eyes budged open as my tears stopped moving. But the strangest thing of all was the rain had without more ado, started to pour massive amounts of water.
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[03]
I covered my mouth from grunting out loud, with tears batched up in my eyes. I grabbed a tissue for my tears and my runny nose. I inhaled a breath and blew into the tissue. I kept blubbering both inside my heart and out.
I scuttled outside of the room, as my bare feet clouted against the granite floor. My wavy claret coloured hair swung behind me as each one of my tears swept across the flooring.
“Daemon!” I shouted as my voice screeched while I went after him. I clinched his back, gruffly as I breathed in hard. I felt weaker than ever, that I had to hold on to him to avoid falling to the ground.
“Daemon,” I whispered, my hot breath trembled as it touched his ear. My breath exhaled against him. I tried to catch my breathing as I positioned my palm on his muscled shoulder.
“What do you know about this?” I spoke in a under toned voice.
“Nothing.” He said simply as he winched his neck around to face me. “Listen, I know you do,” I hesitated. “Daemon…do the right thing.” I told him softly as my tears went dry.
“I am doing the right thing,” He paused. “You’re just asking for the wrong one.” He hoisted his neck back as he walked out of the vestibule.
I grunted as I strode away following his path towards the departure. Before he took his step out the door, I slammed his broad body alongside the cemented wall, beside the main office.
“You tell me now, or you face my anger in publicity.” I spoke quietly into his ear. “That scares me so much.” He mockingly stated as he crimped his forehead creating wrinkles.
“Daemon, tell me!” I called as the floor shook in rant and rave. I clutched onto his shirt as I smashed his back to the wall, as I began to cry slogging up bulging tears.
“Allie.” He silenced me as he compressed his index finger onto my lips.
I shut my eyes as tears corrupted a watercourse as they created a turret down my face.
“I can’t tell you until you are discharged from the hospital.” He sighed as he blinked a slow blink. He pushed the door open as he left me with supplementary tears as heavy as elephant carrying water in its blow horn.
My body turned around as it thumped against the wall. My body slid down, while my head turned to the left whereas my tears formed through my canal of gallon filled water which started to pour across my face. My white gown spread across the floor as my hands covered my face when my sleeves began to get wet caused by my snuffles.
My eyes began to get sleepy as they closed shut while my head drooped down. Soon just before dawn my head lay flat asleep.
The night felt long. I kept turning and tossing. Someone had placed me back in my bed when I fell asleep in the middle of the entrance halls. The softness of my pillow felt hardened, and the covers felt like my life. A hopeless dream.
I awoke gasping an abhorrence filled shriek. My eyes instantly flashed open as I felt hands grasp mine. They covered my eyes that I couldn’t understand if this was a nightmare, or just my life in action. They both felt like a tie.
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I found myself strapped to a wooden chair. I was sweating powerfully, my eyes filled with crackling red lines, my hair tied in a messy bun. I scattered my eyes around the dark room. There was only a stream of light shining down in the centre from a small hole. There was a reeking oil smell floating in the air. There was gas steaming out of nowhere while water drops leaked from at a distance.
Unexpectedly, a piece of whine glass flung across the room, as it smashed into a rampart. It fractured into a million pieces as it shattered with high-pitched noises. I dangled my head immediately as my heart thumped louder. Also an eerie noise filled the room. I breathed heavily as I tossed my head around in curiosity and fear.
I struggled to break through the thick bundled rope, but no it was too tough. I was sweating my moral fiber out that you couldn’t tell I was crying. My sweat and tears blended in.
I was too terrified that I couldn’t speak. Slowly my eyes came to sense and in the pupil of my eyes I saw a man. It was too dark to see his face.
He sauntered closer to me as I saw his teeth widen into a huge smirk. He drew so close to me I could feel his breathing against my skin and his breath minty fresh. “You killed your father.” The anonymous man whispered in an uncanny, sinister voice.
I locked up my eyes tight as my lips lined in a dense motion. I didn’t believe a single word he said. Even if he said those exact same words in syllables I still wouldn’t be able to trust any of it.
“You believe me don’t you?” The man asked as he clasped my chin in his fingers. “Right?” His voice soft and scorching.
He walked in circles around the chair I was fastened in; still close to me that I could hear his heart beat. “Right…?” He repeated as his tone of voice got tenser. “No!” I shouted loudly as I clumped on his foot with antagonism.
He scowled ferociously as he fell to the ground in frustration. The man at a snail's pace got up as he turned around holding a knife.
My eyes directly intended for the knife in panic. Fortunately he cut the thick rope open for me to get out. I scampered out of the roped chair. Little did I know that he was bound to get me and that was his purpose.
He seized me by the wrist as he hauled me out of the way and threw me across the floor. I glided down the muck filled ground as scratches of blood slit my wrist. I strained to see anything but the pain was too immense.
My hot breath turned into bitter air as my lungful of breaths turned into smoggy exhalation. Suddenly I heard the knife drop as it clamored noise into my ears. Afterwards it was all footsteps slowly pacing away.
I lay on the floor hurt, but it relieved depression. Especially the part when he left. But the most tranquil part of all was when the rain caused to flow through the small hole in the ceiling and plunge softly on top of my back.
Finally the rain seemed to be my alliance. |
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