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by Kayla Wayne

Drip drop.

I watched the drain spout water as the rain showered over our small town; it often rained here, leaving behind the drenched and forever gloominess. There’s just something about the rain that makes me sad; it just draws up all my emotions. The rain reflects my feelings and forces me to unlock all despair, all the pain that I lock up deep within.

I stared out my window at the sky, just wishing and hoping that the heavens would part and just swallow me up. I was never religious, though, because if there really was a God, why did he let that happen to me?

Two drops fell on my cheeks. Am I crying?

Something just told me to look up at the ceiling, I noticed a small crack in our popcorn ceiling, rain seeping out.

Cry? Right, I never could do that despite my misery. After a while, I just lost all ability to shed tears, or at least that’s what I thought.

Everyone always assumes I’m some heartless person and maybe I am, but I also do have feelings; the constant staring and watching do in fact bother me. It’s like they’re waiting for me to crack. I snickered to myself, they would never get the satisfaction of ever seeing me down.

High School: a devilish place that one would mistake for a jail. At least that’s what it felt like. Imprisonment to the mind. “You’re learning,” the sham they brainwashed you into believing. Everyone is fooled but me. I know what really lies out there; almost everyone knows but the “children.”

5 years ago:

The sun shone down on our little town Crystal Valley like it did any other Sunday as I rode my bike through the main road. I stopped often, saying hello to some people walking by, promising them favors of seeing them later and relaying messages to my parents. Back then, I never wanted to leave, I loved it there and the people there loved me too.

Riding past our local supermarket, I noticed all the people spilling out of there. “Hmm, must be a sale,” I said to myself, shrugging my shoulders, as I continued to pedal faster. I didn’t want to be late, bye now. There weren’t a lot of people outside and I knew I had to hurry up if I wanted to make it in time to see my dad before he left his office.

I pushed open the doors to my dad’s office and from the vibe alone, I already knew something had happened. That, and the broken furniture and the blood. The smell reeking from the office alone made me want to throw up, yet I still walked in.

What I saw scared me for life . . .

To be Continued . . .