wandering minds

The storm

Thomas woke up to the sound of rain hitting their tin roof, he groaned and sat up. "Another fucking storm" he said while reaching for his headphones and iPod. He pulled his headphones onto his head and pressed play. He walked out into the kitchen, heated up leftover soup and sat at the dining table. "heavy rain huh mum?" he said while slurping his soup. Her face dropped like she'd just seen someone die in front of her. "it's clear skies outside Thomas." she said worryingly. He stood up and brought his bowl to the sink and dropped it into the murky water "oh. yeah I know that, I was just kidding." He walked back to his room trying to hide the tears that were forming. He shut his door "not again, please. I just got home." he dropped to his knees and began scratching at his scars.  "he think's its raining?!" he heard his father yell then start running to his room. 

He burst through the door and scooped Thomas into his arms "is the rain gone?" he said while sobbing. Thomas took a deep breath in and figured lying would be his best option "yeah, its gone now. can you put me down?"  His father placed him gently on his bed and kissed his forehead. "I love you, never forget that okay?" He sat on his bed and drew, he drew the rain. He drew the faces in the rain and the screams he heard in the thunder. "is he okay?" his mother asked his father while making breakfast. "I don't know but I think we should call the ward to figure out what the protocol is when he gets like this." Thomas burst into the room "You're not fucking sending me back there! I'm fine!" he didn't realize that because of all the scratching their was now blood dripping down his hands.

His mum walked up to him and held a cold compress to his arm "nobody is sending you anywhere hun, we just need to know how to help you." she places his hand over the compress and went back to flipping pancakes. "I'm fine. Don't call the ward. Please. They'll make me go back." "okay, we won't call them but we need you to be honest. Is the rain gone?" Thomas stood in silence debating whether or not to lie, he'd already lied to them so much he didn't want to again but what would happen to him if he was honest? "It's not gone completely but it has gotten lighter." He figured only lying a little would be okay, he couldn't be honest and say that it wasn't rain anymore, it was hail.

"Okay, we can work with light rain." his mum smiled and placed a stacked plate of fresh pancakes beside a plate of bacon and a jug of orange juice. "someone help me get the glasses?" Thomas stood up and opened the cupboard only to discover that all of the "glasses" had been replaced with plastic cups. "we had to replace them. the head nurse said it wasn't a good idea to keep anything sharp or breakable in the house." his father said with his head hung low. He felt bad about it, all he wanted was for Thomas to return to a normal life. "right." He said sharply while pulling out three cups. "that makes sense." he set them down and sat at the table, reaching for the pancakes his sleeve pulled back revealing the scratches. "do you want me to cut your nails after breakfast hun?" his mother smiled warmly while pouring him a glass of orange juice.  

"sure mum, that'd be fantastic" Thomas grumbled sarcastically. His dad sighed, piling bacon and pancakes a top his plate. "You should be nicer to her." his dad said through sips of his juice. "It's fine Arran he's still adjusting." she said through bites.  "Adjusting my ass" he mumbled while pushing he food around his plate. Thomas stood up and slammed his fists down on the table "I am fucking trying Arran." he stormed off to his room and slammed his door. the hail was getting heavier. Heavy enough to tear through roofs and destroy cars. Thomas began digging through his bedroom checking all his old hiding places but his father was right, every single blade was gone. He resorted to driving his fists through the walls and window. "What the fuck are you doing Thomas?!" his father screamed while looking at the now destroyed bedroom.