Rainy days (EDITING)

▫️Chapter One▫️

Chapter1:
"You see that's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt" ~John

Rainy Days:

Whispers. They surrounded me, circling slowly like a predator stalking its prey. They suffocated my throat, wrapping tightly until I could no longer breath.
The wind was blowing roughly through the bare trees, making the  bark sway and creak under pressure.
Keeping my head facing my shoes, I trudged through the grass. My dull pale eyes watched the small inky designs I had drawn on the once perfectly white converse, which were now smudged with dirt and scuffed from kicking small pebbles on the street as I walked along.
The sky was clear, and yet a soft drizzle of rain still pattered against the ground from the previous storm, dripping down my chin like a stream of tears that once adorned my face.
I shifted my head to the side uncomfortably trying to wipe the damp light ginger hair from clinging to my face and attempted to gather it behind me in to a small clip.
Letting out a sigh and attempting to rise from the concrete steps, I raised my arms to stretch, and began walking to the curb.

Happiness found its way to me as a memory flooded my mind.

" c'mon mommy, I wanna play!"
The young girl chastised as her mother struggled to keep up with her daughters short, and surprisingly fast legs for someone of her age. The mother, a young woman of only thirty at the time who only shared the same hair as the girl which was tied in to two loose Dutch braids coming to her shoulders , reached out her arms to her daughter while continuing to follow after her. "Bell, honey don't go too far it's getting dark" she called out.

I let my eyes wander upwards towards a small bird flying past.
It's radiant wings beat gracefully behind it. It was heading to the side of a large brick building and soon disappeared. It must be nice to be free.

The girl stumbled over the thick pavement as she ran from her mother, letting out a loud free-spirited laugh. Her and her mother hadn't been together in so long that she just couldn't let it end. "Bet you can't find me" she yelled over her shoulder, letting her feet propel her forwards.
She rounded to a stop behind an old park bench, waiting for her mother to come for her.
But the sun kept getting lower, and the night kept getting darker.
And she waited.

My newly found joy began to fade from my face.

And she waited....And she waited some more.

But, her mother never came.

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"Miss?... Are you alright?" A distant voice called bringing me back to reality.

"Hello?" My eyes came to face a woman, about fourty or so.
Her straight blond hair was thrown up in to a messy bun and her athletic wear was way too bright, making her tan skin somehow darker. She was waving her hand in front of my face, trying to gain my attention.

I shook my head and brought my eyes to hers.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked.

"Oh,I'm sorry, you've been standing there for about-" she checked her watch "-three minutes, staring at that bench, are you okay?"

My eyes widened in embarrassment and I quickly nodded and scurried away, not before thanking her, heading the same direction as I had been before.

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I rounded to a stop at a large concrete building with the letters 'TTF' (traumatic therapy facility) on the front over the wide double doors.