Why Me...? [Completed]

Rain [Chapter 1]

(One of the only notes I hope to make, a new style of writing, don't know how this will turn out. It kinda goes with the flow, small chapter kinda writing. Hope you enjoy it!)

The rain never seemed sincere.

I've always liked the rain since a kid, the steady, constant motion of forgiveness that flew through it like a beat.

It was almost like music, but it never calmed me, it kept me excited, nervous. Yet I always seemed to end back up with it, no matter what.

Some days I would wake up at night, the thunder bouncing off of my ears as I ran to the window to watch the rain, others I would stare from afar, laying in my comfy bed.

Nobody else seemed to understand the rain like me, but they always seemed to just get this was a part of me. My mother would always take me outside in the rain, my father would leave the curtains drawn in my room when it was said to rain.

Small things like that always seemed to make me happy, and they liked making me happy.

...

The rain was not calming now.

The rain was abrupt, apparent, and never seemed to give me time to set my head as I stood in the long grass.

The wind raked it everywhere including my face, the long grass hitting and flowing against my ankle, making me shiver.

My eyes lingered in front of me, the thunder cracking above my head like a drum, the constant beat no longer there.

It was matching the best of a heart this time, but not mine.

It matched the heart that lay soaked in my hand, the one belonging to the man who lay in the coffin in front of me.

This heart followed the messed upbeat in the sky, making me unnerved and unsteady.

There was no other time to do this, everyone else gone and the rain and wind so apparent nobody would think to check the coffin for days.

Blood pooled around my hand, dripping downwards like the rain I saw before as I watched it, staying completely silent.

Then it just happened.

...

"What the hell?"

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