I stepped out into the storm, covering my face with my coat hood and leaning away from the rain. After a few minutes, I stood up straight, not caring anymore if the water hit my face or not. I looked down the rural New York street. It was quiet, apart from the rain melodiously hitting the ground.
I ran through the rain towards my old, black pick up truck, which resulted in my keys falling out of my coat pocket. I cursed under my breath and turned around to pick them up. At that exact moment, someone's hand was reaching for them as well. As soon as my cold, hard hands brushed against their warm, soft ones, I was sent back into their past.
I found myself standing in an apartment hallway. The lights flickered and there was a slight sobbing. I closed my eyes and when I opened them up again, I was in a dark room. A little girl, about thirteen, was sitting in the corner, tears running down her delicate face. Suddenly, the door slammed open and I winced at the burst of light.
"Come on, Riley, we're leaving. Pack quickly. We have to be gone before your father comes home." A woman in her later thirties spat out. The little girl jumped up and ran to her closet, right past me. Of course, they couldn't see me. This was the past and I am of the future.
She put on as much of her clothes as she could and packed some more into a plastic bag. Her mother grabbed her by the arm and they both ran out of the room. I blinked once again and I was suddenly at a train station. There was screaming but it was soon silenced by a gun shot and then there was more screaming, but this time it erupted from the terrified fellow citizens.
I turned around to see the mother lying on the ground with Riley crying over her. There was a man, most likely the Riley's father, standing just a few feet away, with a gun at his side. He dropped it to the floor, obviously realizing what he had done.
A few seconds later, police came running in, pointing their guns at him. He picked up his hands slowly and the police grabbed him and handcuffed him. I watched a single tear fall from his face and as soon as it hit the floor, I was back in the storm.
I looked up at a beautiful woman, seemingly happy. Who knew she could have such a painful past?
"Riley." I whispered and wiped the lone tear from my face. "What a horrible past."
COMING SOON!
