When it rains

Chapter 8

Gabriel wailed uncontrollably. "Mum, I miss you so bad. People say grief gets easier as time passes by, but that's either a lie or it doesn't apply to me, because I still feel as lost as the day you died. He pondered for a moment what his mother would have thought of what her little angel had become. However, he quickly put an end to that trail of thought. He sat there in silence for one hour. The rain and the wind that ravaged every inch of his body, had no affect what so ever on his demeanor or actions. He, felt much like the leaves which were being ripped away from the trees and flung this way and that, against their will by unruly forces, out to inflict havoc.

Tree's bent and shook, whilst weak branches broke, under the force of the storm, at the same time as this Gabriel spoke to his mother, and vented his scorn for his father. Gabriel, felt like he had long ago tumbled into quick sand, and his mind and spirit were in the sunken place, constantly sinking, because he provided no resistance to his predicament. To him it was a dark and oppressive place, a vast, empty expanse with a gloomy sky and a bleak, black, barren landscape. Quite simply, it was a black hole swallowing all mater. The air was thick and heavy in there, and the silence was deafening. In many ways the turmoil of the storm he was sitting in mirrored his inner mayhem. The only reprieve he had from his incarceration in this prison was Charmain. She was currently his anchor and his foundation. His mother had been his heart, and since she had gone all that was left was the useless shell of his body, without a heart. He wondered if Charmain and everyone else would be better off without him. for a few moments, because his lack of a heart might have made him incapable of love. He got up, walked away and said, "Bye mum".

"Gabriel," shouted father Murphy.

Startled, Gabriel turned towards the church and saw father Murphy standing in the door way.

Gabriel made his way up to father Murphy. However, Gabriel consciously did not step over the threshold of the church. "Hi father".

"Are you ready to take your fathers letter yet, Gabriel?"

"My dad didn't have anytime to talk to me when he was alive so why should I listen to him now. No disrespect father, but don't you get tired of trying to give me that letter whenever you see me."

"No, I keep praying that god will soften your heart," said father Murphy.

Gabriel scoffs. "God, please don't get me started. Either God does not exist, or he's a fat kid, burning us like ants with a magnifying glass for his amusement."

Father Murphy frowns.

Gabriel said, "I'm sorry, if what I said hurt you father - Please just stop trying to give me that letter. I'm never going to want it," and then he turned and walked away.