𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 // A YHS ff // HEAVILY EDITING!

Episode IV : An Unlucky Morning.

four : Pluviophile
- a lover of rain, someone who finds peace from rain.
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Funneh's POV

           I face out the window, looking out at the tall buildings while still in bed.

I pick up my phone from my nightstand, and check the time.

'4.37 a.m'

My head still hurt as if I was still being hit by a 20-pound sledge hammer.

  Gosh it was just a ball Funneh! Am I really that weak?!

I couldn't stop rolling around in bed so I forced myself to trudge the bathroom to freshen up.

I just didn't feel like looking like I stayed up the entire night.

Which I did. I really couldn't sleep, so can you blame me?

I stared at the mirror, looking back at the reflection which showed a large blue-black bruise on the right side of my forehead.

I shuddered at the sight.

Sighing, I put both of my hands together underneath the sink to form a 'cup' which collected the icy cool water from my bathroom tap.

As soon as the water level reached my thumbs, I quickly splashed the water against my face, in an attempt to wake myself up.

It stung.

       I walk back to my room quietly so as to not disturb Gold. I check back at my phone.

                  4.48 a.m
           Saturday, 5th Jan..
          "No new notifications"

Putting my phone back on my night stand, I plop down onto my bean bag, feeling incredibly relaxed that it was finally the weekend at last.

The relaxing sounds of the 'pitter patter' from the heavy rain eased my nerves.

I wondered if taking a stroll through this storm would be even more relaxing.

I dressed up in the closest shirt and jeans in my closet that I could find, grabbing my umbrella and walking out the door.

I shut my eyes and looked down, strolling through the abandoned park while focusing my mind on only the ambience and my thoughts.

I sit on a park bench, not caring that it was wet. However, I could hear thunder roar loudly in the sky.

"Oh shit." I mumble.

I quickly hold up my umbrella above me, running for my dear life.

And just like any idiot in a horror movie, I trip over a twig.

"Ouch.." I mumble.

   I drop my umbrella, which resulted in me getting drenched in the pouring rain.