Walking down the road...

The Sound Of Rain

Wet droplets of water hit my head as I walked down the street to the small convenience store.

Plop, plop…

The sound was starting to bug me, like an annoying fly that wouldn’t leave you alone as you started to get a few hours of sleep after weeks of sleepless nights.

Plop, plop…

I growled, simply wishing that the heavy rain was gone and my mother didn’t need milk at a time like this.

Plop, plop…

My mascara washed out, dripping out of my eyes like tears, slowly getting together at the tip of my jaw before finally deciding to fall and splash to the ground.

Plop, plop…

I flung my head to the side, trying to get my sickly blonde hair out of my eyes, and sighed as it stuck to the side of my head allowing me a few moments of peace before it would sag back and start to annoy me once more.

Plop, plop…

My clothes clung to me, and I felt a slight tinge of anger as I realized that I was in my favourite shirt. The red on black band tee would now be ruined and the disgusting smell of rain would follow me around.

Plop, plop…

A car drove past me, defiantly over the 60 kilometres per hour speed limit. The tires ran through a giant puddle, throwing the water out of the small grove in the black asphalt right onto me.

Splash!

My face scrunched into a frown and I cursed aloud at the driver of the red Honda Civic. A passing lady gave me a glare as her small four or five year old heard my profanity. I paid her no heed and went on walking down the road to the convenience store, now wishing that I wasn’t here.

Plop, plop…

I started to see the blocky frame of the red brick building up ahead. Finally I thought an escape from the rain.

Plop, plop…

I quickened my pace and scurried into the convenience store, opening the glass door and letting myself in. The smell of cheap merchandise filled my nostrils and I walked over to the freezers where the milk was kept.

Tap, tap…

The store owner gave me a calculating look as I passed his register to get to the milk. I flicked my hair once more and heard his register open and then quickly close.

Click, swish, clack.

I opened the door to the freezer pulling out the 2 percent milk my mother had wanted. I looked at it for a few seconds before walking over to the cashier and placing it on the counter.

Thud.

“That’ll be $4.67,” the man said from behind his lottery covered desk. No please, eh?

Typical.

Without saying a word I handed him the five dollar note my mother had given to me. He took it into his greedy hands and once again his register opened. He stuck my bill into the cash holder and took out the few cents of change I needed. Shutting the register, he handed me the change. The coins dropped into my open palm with a small clinking noise.

Clink, clink…

I wrapped my hand around the money and waited for him to put the milk into a bag. He glanced at me and got the idea that I wanted the milk in a bag. He reluctantly took a bag and placed the milk into the white confines.

Thud.

I walked back out of the store, my face as expression-less as ever. I sighed heavily before starting my way back home through the downpour of water falling from the grey skies. I saw a few girls walk past me under an umbrella, giggling and pointing quite obviously.

Hehehe…

“He’s cute,” one of them tittered in a high pitched, annoying voice.

I scowled not happy that I was the eye candy of such Barbie wanna be’s. It started to pour down harder suiting my mood perfectly.

Boom!

Thunder echoed through the streets and a flash of light lit up the heavens. I began walking away from the store, already having forgotten the insignificant encounter with the Barbie dolls. I started to hum slightly, trying to make my day a bit livelier.

Hmm, hmm, hmm…

The rain poured down, soaking me further and sending me into the depths of my mind. A steady flow of cars passed by, and I avoided the waves of water each sent my way. The milk was safe in the bag, and as I heard the rain splash down onto it, I realized that I still had a long way to go before I got home.

Plop, plop…

A sensation of anger passed over me as the rain went on pelting down on me. I wished that it would stop, or that I wasn’t the one subject to its’ merciless torture. Absorbed in my thoughts I finally saw that I was already walking down my street, now only a road to cross before I entered the warmth of my middle-class home. My feet seeming to have a mind of their own, led me to the edge of the driveway of some family’s house. A raindrop fell, as if a sign, right on my nose, making me blink in surprise.

Splash!

I scanned the street for any indication of a coming car and seeing none began the short walk down the road.

Tap, tap…

I suddenly saw the head lights of a car, heard the noise of tires against the wet cement, and the feeling of shock overwhelmed me.

SCREECH!

The car tried to stop but amidst the slippery road and sudden breaking, it came just as fast. I found that I could no longer move and I stood in the light of the headlights just like a deer about to be hit.

Smack!

The bumper of the car collided with my legs and the pain shot through me in seconds. I cried out as I got run over, never to see the light of day again. The car stopped halfway over my body, and the driver ran out of his seat to come see if I was okay. My body lay in a puddle of blood and the milk from the carton now under the front tire; commingled it made a sickening pink.

Swirl.

As I lay there under the vehicle, I smiled at the irony.

I had wished that I wasn’t here, and now, soon I wouldn’t.

My eyes slowly started to fill with black and I closed them, the sound of the rain filling my ears. It would be the last thing I ever heard.

Plop.

Plop…

The End

...I see myself falling from grace.