Come In With The Rain

Chapter three

Ariana's POV

       I lay on the mattress running my fingers over the rough quilt skipping through the days events. Harry. More Harry. More Harry then I care for. Three minutes too much of Harry. I seriously had to get a life. Which I guess I could since I finally had a friend in the building. Louis. I had more in common with him than my own mother. Ouch. Ew that one burned. I remembered my mom's face pale and sad as she sunk into the smothering sheets of the hospital bed. My father always promised she'd come home soon. What did I know but hope as a five year old? I had camped out at the front door for three months, I guess I never understood why everyone else was in tears, they'd always lied to me, saying everything was okay. Everything was not okay. It never would be. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as the tears started to leak out of the sides of my eyes. Letting out a huge whoop of air I whispered to myself "that was thirteen years ago, you're alright, you're fine." I tended to lie to myself often, it was my weakness I suppose. Pulling the covers up to my nose like a little kid I glanced out the window watching the lights of other buildings flicker around in the black sky. I'd been saving up to go to America some day, to get out of the city lights. Chase dreams, maybe even start a family. But then one day I realized this was the place I belonged especially when I only had £600 to my name. Not enough to go anywhere. Eventually I could feel my eyes growing heavy and I slipped into a dream filled sleep. The dark was everywhere, like a vast land that was nowhere. A void. A pair of eyes appeared beside me, just like those cartoons. I sucked in a breath, they were a vivid cat-like green. Bright with interest. I knew those eyes. But they couldn't focus my dream, and yes, I knew I was dreaming, fully aware, yet I couldn't change the direction it was headed in. I looked down at myself, a pink dress that started at my collarbone and ended at my knees, I already knew my hair was in curls so I felt no need to reach my hands up to touch it. A kitchen lay out before me, in a '70s style, very retro. He was waiting there, on a kitchen stool. Hair wild, face lively. He was smiling, laughing at something. I was getting closer now, close enough to grab him. Then she appeared. Who was that? Her hair was a brown color. She pulled him from the stool, graceful and swan-like. I stopped dead, close behind them, I didn't know what I was thinking, but I snatched him up. His face was shocked but nobody said anything, it was a silent movie. My eyes shot open and I looked down to find myself strangling an innocent little pillow, pushing it away I looked out the window, still dark. Clearly this would be a long night. I tossed in the bed before rolling out completely.