Angel looking back at me

Blinding lighting and pouring rain beat hard against my window pane.

As I hide beneath my covered silk, listening as the rain pours still,

Afraid of ghosts that tap my door, and shadows that watch with hidden lore

Neither slow nor cease will the rain decide, as it reflects the nightmares in my eyes.

© Copyright

As the rain continued to beat hard against my window, I lay on my bed reading one of my favorite tales. Though I am deathly afraid of a thunder storm, reading is always my paradise and lets me forget the rain and its troubles. It’s been raining like this in our humble, little town for days now -never ceasing, never slowing. Both my older brother and sister thought that the rain was a blessing, as did everyone else in our town. Our town is small; the biggest it’s ever gotten was one-thousand people. Even now, it has decreased to around five-hundred.

I was had been different from everyone else in our town since the day I was born. Nearly everyone in our town has dark brown or black hair, the result of proper breeding. Green or brown eyes were the most common with an occasional blue. Known all around town for my honey, golden hair and my lazy gray eyes, my name was nearly forgotten. Now they all call me Goldy, because of my hair. To say I stand out would be an understatement; I am like a pumpkin hanging from an apple tree. I am of the age of fourteen but look like I’m sixteen. Because of my differences, I am almost completely ignored by most people, never looked at by boys unless they feel the need to laugh, never smiled at, never acknowledged in class, never noticed. If it weren’t for my brother, than I would have been a complete outcast, but thankfully, he is well known in our town and looks after me.

I put down my book and slowly crept to my window to look at the falling rain. I had never liked the rain, though I wish I did. It was fun to watch my brother and sister act my age when they dance and play in it. I’ve never had that feeling. As I crept from my window, a sudden flash of lighting struck only a few feet away, I jumped back, scrambling away from the window. Leaning against my bed and breathing deeply, I reflected on how much I hated the lightning.

Once the lighting settled down and my breathing returned to normal, I stood up slowly and ran over to my window, closing the drapes and then running back to my bed. I felt so foolish; a fourteen year old girl hiding under her covers because of a storm. I wish I were more like my brother. He was probably out in the rain, dancing and laughing with my sister. They had once tried to get me to come out during a storm, saying that if I conquered it, I would get over my fear. I had nightmares of drowning for weeks.

As it seemed, the storm was actually starting to slow down. I released myself from the hidden cave of blankets and sat up. Finding no other thing to do, I decided to my waist length hair. Grabbing my brush off the desk, I started brushing. My hair was like my symbol, everyone knew who I was when they saw it. Though I should have been ashamed of it, it was what I thought made me who I am, what made me special. Walking over to the full length mirror, I had a strange feeling wash over me suddenly; but as soon as it came, it was gone.

I reached my mirror, knowing I’d see the same, strange face staring back at me; the one that I see every day. As I turned and looked at the mirror, my heart stopped. As the brush clattered to the floor, I took a step back in fear. What I was seeing in the mirror was not what I expected.