Thunderstorm

For four months, here in the little costal village of Kilika, an interminable thunderstorm hit. At first it seemed like it was like any other storm that comes and goes. However, day-by-day, the storm continued on. Never were there any signs of the storm stopping. It continued growing and stayed in that state for some time.

The citizens of this village at first continued on their daily routines. As the days grew old and weeks flew by, worry started to grow among the humans. The flood planes filled up very quickly and became ponds. I swear that I had seen some people who loved fishing so much trying to fish out of the plane. Amazing such a horrible storm such as this will not stop them. Either they had mistaken it as a pond (most likely you would if you don't know the place very well) or they were very ignorant.

As the storm continued on more and more people stayed home; less and less people went out. There were some people hired by families to teach their children. Doctors started to go to the villagers domicile for medical reasons. Well… the remaining ones who would go outside. Heck, some of the humans hired people that were more than willing to go outside so they could purchase necessities for them. Let's just say my parents were not one of them.

My younger sister, Usagi, and I still have to go to school. The number of students, teachers, and faculty slowly dropped. The teachers continued on with their lessons but as teachers left, we started to have nothing but free time. At first it was really cool but then it started to get boring. Usagi and I begged our parents to let us stay home but they always had answered the same thing every time. "Usagi and Kiyoshi, education is very important! Who cares about this storm! It is just a little rain!"

Little rain… ha! It was more than just a little rain. It was a lot of rain with a side of lightening. That would not get to mom and dad. No mater how many times we begged they will not allow us to stay home from school.

So most people's lives started to become miserable. Including mine… I am not a people though… I am not human. I am different. I belong to a different race. I am… a freak.

After a week went by and the storm continued on, people started to look at me funny. Villagers shot glares at me as I walked down the street. I questioned why. Why were they glaring at me? I didn't do anything wrong. My answer came soon. As I walked to school with my younger sister one day, a middle-aged raven-haired woman and her son glared at me. The little boy shouted, "Go back to the mother ship!"

"It's all your fault that this storm is still here!" the woman cried out.

My fault? How was this storm my fault? I didn't call for this storm to come. Heck, I wanted the storm to go away! The insults and ranting continued on and on.

Now, a week after the four-month period of this storm, there is a big party. When the storm went by, I thought the insults would come to an end. Boy I'm wrong. People still shout horrible comments at me. Now they are blaming me for damages and some other things. I… I don't care anymore.

No one cares about me. The villagers hate me. All of them hate me… My biological parents left me here. My own biological parents don't care for me!

I am now at the outskirts of the village. I look around to see if anyone is near by. I pull out a gun from my coat pocket. I take it off of safety and put the barrel of the weapon at the temple of my head. This is it… here we go. One… two…

"Kiyoshi!" a female voice cries out. Sigh… who is it? I turn around and Usagi is running towards me. I lower my hand down. "What are you…?" She looks down at the gun and widens her stormy gray eyes. "Why do you…?"

"Have this gun?" I finish her sentence. "To end everything. The insults, the pain… I'm going to give up…"

"Give up…" She gasps. "Why are you going to kill yourself!?"

"No one wants me… no one cares. They want me dead…"

"Kiyoshi…"

"You'd heard the insults! The villagers won't care if I am no longer here! They'll be happy actually! In fact most likely they'll celebrate my death! Bloody hell they'll make this day a holiday! Kiyoshi Death Day! They…"

"Don't be silly!" she cries out. "The villagers were only being human… this storm frightened them. They found this as an unnatural occurrence. They wanted to blame on someone… something… The xenophobic side took over them. This storm brought out the xenophobic side of them… In their eyes you are different… just not normal. So they started to blame you." She walks up to me now only inches away. "But I don't… you are the same as everyone else. But, in a way, everyone is different. I do care for you… Mom and Dad care about you. See, there are people who care." She looks down at the gun. "If you die I… I…" she starts bawling and hugs me.

I drop the gun. What was I thinking? I was being weak… Usagi is right. I hug her in comfort. "Shhhh… it's okay… I am not going anywhere. I'll be here."

She sniffles. "You… you're staying?"

"Yes, Usagi," I answer softly.

She hugs me tighter. I refuse to go… I still have a life ahead of me. I will not give up. I refuse to give up.