*Rattle Rattle*
There it goes again. The wind is pushing itself up against my window, it gets annoying, sometimes I wish I could just kill the wind, buts its not a human or animal, hell I can't even touch it! but yet it can still touch me, and others, it can even touch my window.
*Rattle Rattle*
And again the wind is touching my window, what is so special about MY window, why can't the wind bother my dad or my little sister or my brother? why is it only bothering me? me and the wind use to be so close, but now its annoying, the wind stopped being the nice friendly wind I knew when I was a child, instead its an angry gas that wants to annoy me, the wind is like a bully to me, its pushing its sounds up against my ear drums. Howling, that's what I hear in my ear, sometimes I'm scared of what the wind can do to me, yes even though its only gas, I still feel like it can and will kill me. Its like the wind is a predator and I'm its prey. it wants to fight me, and since I can't touch the wind, I'm no match for it and it knows that. It stalks me everywhere I go, whether I'm at school, hanging out with my friends, or at an birthday party, the wind just follows me everywhere I go.
*Rattle Rattle*
You know whenever I'd be scared of the wind, my mom would either come sing a song for me or read books, or just straight up conversate with me to keep my mind off of the wind. but sadly that all came to an end. Why you ask? well because....
My mom's dead, and ever since her death, my fear and hatred towards the wind grew bigger and bigger.
