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1 original: Fragment XI
Title: Fragment XI
Rating: G
Author's Note: Another "fragment".
The windows shook with the fierce wind and glass-shattering rain plummeted the slick surface. The sky was a dark grey, but it hadn't darkened to black just yet. As she looked out the window, uncaring that it felt like it could shatter at any moment, showering glass on her, she wondered if the storm was raging outside because of her mood. Or maybe it was to cover the faint sounds of sirens that were headed down the road. Probably another accident, she thought numbly.
She was wrapped in an old quilt her mother had made years ago. It was a ratty thing, but it didn't matter. It wasn't for warmth. It was for the comfort of cocoon herself in the fabric and try to find comfort in it. The storm had brought a slight chill as it rushed in to shake up the town, but the summer was still hot and muggy. Even the old air conditioner that ran outside her door in the hallway couldn't truly make the house any cooler. Through the quilt she sweat and felt angry.
It was an odd feeling. She'd never felt it before, actually. It came with the news that something bad had happened. Yes, something bad had happened. It wasn't like her normal, perfectly suburban life could have something go wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
She closed her eyes, trying very hard to not think. Thinking had become a nuisance since she'd heard the news. It was only two hours before and her life had been… Her life had been ruined.
It was like time stopped as her mother told her the news. Her sister was already crying in a chair nearby, and her mother looked like she was about read to start sobbing her. Instead of joining in the tears, she had fled – leaving her sister and mother to grieve by themselves.
She broke free through the backdoor, her mother's faint and unconvincing calls for her to come back echoing after all. The sky had just started graying then, promising a storm. She traveled the familiar streets for fifteen minutes as the clothes built above her before the downpour started. Her clothes stuck to her from both the hot weather that caused her to sweat and also the rain that soaked her clothes. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable in her own skin. For some reason, she knew that it wasn't just her clothes sticking to her made her feel this way.
Something broke inside her.
With no one around to comfort her, she didn't bother to take shelter from the beating rain and just sat down on the side of the road, sobbing with her knees curled and pressed to her chest. Memories floated in her mind easily, letting the emotions take control even more.
Memories of her father smiling at her happily, proud of her. Those memories would fade in time, she knew, but she hated that. It made the pain worse if that were possible. Her father shouldn't be forgotten; in fact, he should be there, right now, with her. She shouldn't be alone.
She jogged back home, relishing in the cold and powerful rain. Her mother and sister would already in bed by then; the lights were off and the house was completely dark. She snuck upstairs. Crawling into her bed, the storm raged on outside. Sliding out of bed again, she went to the closet in the hallway and grabbed the quilt laying in the bottom.
The window shook loudly, making her close her eyes tighter. She couldn't ignore the feeling – the emptiness that followed the news or her inevitable breakdown. Even the sounds outside wasn't enough to drown out that pain; she wondered if it would ever go away.
Rating: G
Author's Note: Another "fragment".
The windows shook with the fierce wind and glass-shattering rain plummeted the slick surface. The sky was a dark grey, but it hadn't darkened to black just yet. As she looked out the window, uncaring that it felt like it could shatter at any moment, showering glass on her, she wondered if the storm was raging outside because of her mood. Or maybe it was to cover the faint sounds of sirens that were headed down the road. Probably another accident, she thought numbly.
She was wrapped in an old quilt her mother had made years ago. It was a ratty thing, but it didn't matter. It wasn't for warmth. It was for the comfort of cocoon herself in the fabric and try to find comfort in it. The storm had brought a slight chill as it rushed in to shake up the town, but the summer was still hot and muggy. Even the old air conditioner that ran outside her door in the hallway couldn't truly make the house any cooler. Through the quilt she sweat and felt angry.
It was an odd feeling. She'd never felt it before, actually. It came with the news that something bad had happened. Yes, something bad had happened. It wasn't like her normal, perfectly suburban life could have something go wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
She closed her eyes, trying very hard to not think. Thinking had become a nuisance since she'd heard the news. It was only two hours before and her life had been… Her life had been ruined.
It was like time stopped as her mother told her the news. Her sister was already crying in a chair nearby, and her mother looked like she was about read to start sobbing her. Instead of joining in the tears, she had fled – leaving her sister and mother to grieve by themselves.
She broke free through the backdoor, her mother's faint and unconvincing calls for her to come back echoing after all. The sky had just started graying then, promising a storm. She traveled the familiar streets for fifteen minutes as the clothes built above her before the downpour started. Her clothes stuck to her from both the hot weather that caused her to sweat and also the rain that soaked her clothes. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable in her own skin. For some reason, she knew that it wasn't just her clothes sticking to her made her feel this way.
Something broke inside her.
With no one around to comfort her, she didn't bother to take shelter from the beating rain and just sat down on the side of the road, sobbing with her knees curled and pressed to her chest. Memories floated in her mind easily, letting the emotions take control even more.
Memories of her father smiling at her happily, proud of her. Those memories would fade in time, she knew, but she hated that. It made the pain worse if that were possible. Her father shouldn't be forgotten; in fact, he should be there, right now, with her. She shouldn't be alone.
She jogged back home, relishing in the cold and powerful rain. Her mother and sister would already in bed by then; the lights were off and the house was completely dark. She snuck upstairs. Crawling into her bed, the storm raged on outside. Sliding out of bed again, she went to the closet in the hallway and grabbed the quilt laying in the bottom.
The window shook loudly, making her close her eyes tighter. She couldn't ignore the feeling – the emptiness that followed the news or her inevitable breakdown. Even the sounds outside wasn't enough to drown out that pain; she wondered if it would ever go away.