Don't Go. (EDITING)

Chapter 19

I fell asleep on the futon again, and I'm woken up by the gentle coolness of rain falling on the windowsill. I lift my head, and the rain mists me, and drips onto the futon. I quickly close the window, but keep the curtains open. The sky is dark, and filled with clouds. But the rain isn't harsh. I watch it fall on the street and the lawn.

Glancing at the clock, I see that it is in the wee hours. About two in the morning. But when I try to sleep in my bed, I find my mind restless. So I stand, and find my old beige raincoat from last year in my closet.

Good thing I had gotten it too big, because it fits perfectly now. I slide my arms in, and button it up. Than, I smooth the collar down, and find my plain black umbrella, and tiptoe down the stairs. I unlock the deadbolt in the front door, and slide it open silently, after pulling my feet into my old yellow rainboots.

The rain is almost discreet, and sounds like a thousand fingers tapping from the sky.

I step outside, pulling the door closed with me, and press the button on the handle of the umbrella. It flies open, and I put it towards the sky. I duck under the it's wide, dark fabric, and walk across the wet driveway.

Stopping at the end of the driveway, I look around myself. There aren't any cars that drive down the dark street. In the light of the lampposts, I walk down the center of the street, as the rain pads softly down on my umbrella, and the ground around me.

Soon the sun is starting to rise, sending bright yellow and orange rays of sunshine through the rain. I turn back home, and walk more briskly, a ball of anxiety rolls through my body. I don't want everyone to wake up to find me not in bed.

When my house comes into view, I speed up, and close the umbrella. I run to the front door, and silently lay the folded up umbrella in the hall closet, slide out of my boots, and bound up the stairs. Snuggling into my bed, I pull my phone close to me, and open up Netflix.

The rain progressed throughout the day, growing stronger, and louder by the hour. It pounds on the roof loudly, and flashes bright white blades of lightning across the sky, followed by a loud clap, that would make a deaf person jump in surprise.

The power shuts off around four o'clock in the afternoon, and my suddenly dark room was frightening. I leave the curtains open, and jump into bed, counting the seconds between the flashes of lightning, and the booms of thunder. The storm grows closer as the minutes go by.

I huddle in my bed, on my phone. The volume is on high, so I can hear it over the thunder and pounding like a thousand feet stomping on the roof.

"Cami-" A loud roar of thunder interrupts the yell that echoes around my room. I throw my comforter off of my head, holding my phone close to my stomach. A white blast of lightning brightens my room from it's blackness it was before.

Standing in my doorway, stands a frightened Piper. Her blue eyes are round. Glossy, like marbles. Her mouth hangs slightly open. Slanted, as she stares across the room at me.

"Mom-" Crash, "said to come down-" Crash, "-stairs." Piper screams. I nod, and leap from my bed. As we walk out of my room, I look back, and something sends me running. A bolt of bright blue and white flashes right in front of my window. The sound that booms from it makes me cringe, and throw my hands up to my ears, and smash them, trying to keep my eardrums from exploding inside my head. I hear Piper scream in pain as another boom, even louder, if even possible, echoes around the house.

My legs move me before I tell them to, and I'm at the basement door as I feel my phone buzz violently in my pocket. I pull the door open, and Piper and I practically fall down the steep cement steps in the dark. My phone buzzes, so I sit at the bottom of the stairs, and fish my phone out.