A/N: I love to write, but I never expected to write something this deep. I
mean, I'm always writing something humorous, NEVER like this. But I truly
think this is the best thing I have ever written. I'm currently working on
it, and I do like working on this story a lot.
This will probably be pretty long, and I may write a sequel, as I already know what happens. The first few chapters are not action-packed, but they explore some of the main character's deepest feelings and thoughts. The chapters after that are a bit more exciting. As for reviews, I love them! Think of it this way: 1 minute out of your life to make me the happiest author alive :) I do love praise (who doesn't?) but I also like constructive criticism and suggestions, so I welcome those. I hope you like this story! If you don't, you are certainly welcome to put it down, but I would seriously advise that you continue. Thanks for taking the time to check it out :) Enjoy!
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"Cause tomorrow's another day,
And I am not afraid,
So bring on the rain."
-Jo Dee Messina
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BRING ON THE RAIN
CHAPTER ONE
Rain seeps down through the roof and throughout the house. Our house is very much waterproof, but somehow, today the gloom is coming in.
Dad's working upstairs in his office. He seems to do that every time it rains in our house. He says he needs to get stuff done, but I know he's trying not to think about Mum. On a day like today, she would have the cookie dough out, pronto. Or a good book for Dad to read aloud to the three of us in the study, the bright, crackling fire and the sound of Dad's deep voice shoving out the gloom. But Mum's gone, and without her, Dad seems to be disappearing, too. He sits in his study, hour after hour, and with each passing minute he is drawing further and further away from me.
I sit here in the study, trying to read, trying to drown out the rain, but it resists me and creeps in slowly. It is a silent killer, like the mustard gas in WWI. This menace is working, working steadily to tear our little family apart. No, it didn't kill Mum, but each day it sneaks about, it creates more silence in Dad, more sulleness in me. And each day it comes, it bores just a little deeper into our souls.
Maybe Dad thinks that if we don't talk about it, we will eventually forget. But I don't WANT to forget! I scream inside my head. I want to remember Mum, always. She will always be inside my heart.
The rain attacks my eyes with force, and wins the battle. A tear falls into my lap. Stop that, I tell myself fiercely, battling the rain in my heart. Mum's gone, but you will ALWAYS remember her. Always.
And just as the doorbell rings, I begin to cry.
This will probably be pretty long, and I may write a sequel, as I already know what happens. The first few chapters are not action-packed, but they explore some of the main character's deepest feelings and thoughts. The chapters after that are a bit more exciting. As for reviews, I love them! Think of it this way: 1 minute out of your life to make me the happiest author alive :) I do love praise (who doesn't?) but I also like constructive criticism and suggestions, so I welcome those. I hope you like this story! If you don't, you are certainly welcome to put it down, but I would seriously advise that you continue. Thanks for taking the time to check it out :) Enjoy!
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"Cause tomorrow's another day,
And I am not afraid,
So bring on the rain."
-Jo Dee Messina
+ - + - + - + - + - + - +
BRING ON THE RAIN
CHAPTER ONE
Rain seeps down through the roof and throughout the house. Our house is very much waterproof, but somehow, today the gloom is coming in.
Dad's working upstairs in his office. He seems to do that every time it rains in our house. He says he needs to get stuff done, but I know he's trying not to think about Mum. On a day like today, she would have the cookie dough out, pronto. Or a good book for Dad to read aloud to the three of us in the study, the bright, crackling fire and the sound of Dad's deep voice shoving out the gloom. But Mum's gone, and without her, Dad seems to be disappearing, too. He sits in his study, hour after hour, and with each passing minute he is drawing further and further away from me.
I sit here in the study, trying to read, trying to drown out the rain, but it resists me and creeps in slowly. It is a silent killer, like the mustard gas in WWI. This menace is working, working steadily to tear our little family apart. No, it didn't kill Mum, but each day it sneaks about, it creates more silence in Dad, more sulleness in me. And each day it comes, it bores just a little deeper into our souls.
Maybe Dad thinks that if we don't talk about it, we will eventually forget. But I don't WANT to forget! I scream inside my head. I want to remember Mum, always. She will always be inside my heart.
The rain attacks my eyes with force, and wins the battle. A tear falls into my lap. Stop that, I tell myself fiercely, battling the rain in my heart. Mum's gone, but you will ALWAYS remember her. Always.
And just as the doorbell rings, I begin to cry.