Raindrops and Ashes

Raindrops

Finn  walked slowly through the halls of Oceanside High School. He kept his head down, trying to ignore the annoying teenage boys who acted more like they were 6 than 16. The long walk from his English class to his locker was full of boys pushing each other around,  not caring about him being there and popular girls walking sluggishly through the halls, too busy gossiping to actually walk where they need to go.

After walking what the halls made feel like a long time, Finn finally reached his locker.  He opened the door and two binders fell out, papers cascading through the hallway floor. He rushed to pick up his papers before they were trampled by the teenagers who didn't care if somebody's homework was torn to shreds as long as they get where they need to. He grabbed the papers and shoved them into his binders, trying to ignore the glare of the perfectionist who had a locker by his.

By the time he had gathered his papers, the had already rung. 
Finn  walked slowly through the halls of Oceanside High School. He held his head down, trying to ignore the annoying teenage boys who acted more like they were six than sixteen. The long walk from his English class to his locker was full of boys pushing each other roughly,  not caring about him being in that respect and popular girls walking sluggishly through the halls, too busy gossiping to actually walk where they need to go. After walking what the halls made feel like a long time, Finn finally reached his locker.

He sighed as he opened the locker and two binders fell out, papers cascading all over the hall. He bent down to save his homework from the perils of the freshman hallway, feeling the perfectionist who had a locker adjacent to his eyes boring into his back.  He gathered up his papers quickly as the bell rang through the now empty hallway. 

He rushed to his English class, trying to get there before the closing door closed and locked itself. He got to the door just as it closed and locked. After a few long minutes, the same perfectionist who had the locker next to his finally opened the door, glaring at him as she did so. Finn took his seat, hating himself for being so clumsy, and opened his book hoping that the teacher wasn't noticing him.

 The rest of the class went on as normal.  The bell rang and he walked with the rest of the crowd to his locker. His friends were there waiting for him.

"Hey, Finn" Said one of them when he reached his locker.

"Hey Jake." he responded, as he tugged to get his fat  book bag out of his thin locker.

"Guess who got a date to homecoming?" Jake asked.

"Really?" questioned Finn.

"Barely," responded, his friend max with a laugh as he punched Jake's shoulder playfully, "He would have chickened out if I hadn't convinced Haley to meet with him before lunch."

Jake had a crush on Haley since the summer of sixth grade when she had moved into his neighborhood from her old home in North Carolina. Finn couldn't believe that someone from a beautiful sunny place like North Carolina would would move to North Canton, Ohio where the weather was never predictable. 

Has spent the last few years trying to Haley, one of the prettiest girls in the school to notice him and now he finally did. "Congrats" Finn said with a smile. He was so happy for his friend.  He shared the excitement with them as he swung his bag over his shoulder and ran down the steps to the first floor where the buses were waiting for them.

He said goodbye as he split his friends and got on the bus. He sighed, taking the seat in the back. He struggled to ignore the annoying teens who were sitting next to him. He moved toward the window to ignore the cigarette smoke of the girls in the seat across from his.

He could tell them how dangerous it is to smoke on the bus, or smoke in general but he knew at this point that they didn't care. They would do anything for a fix.  The bus driver didn't care either. This was high school; nobody cared about anyone but themselves. At least, everyone but himself.

He grabbed his phone from his phone and decided to distract his brain with music. A little Panic at th Disco and Twenty One Pilots could distract him from reality in seconds. He beat pulsed through his ear buds, filling his mind with the beauty of the music.  The beat was like a second heart beating inside of him.

The bus slowed to a stop and he gathered his stuff and made it up the driveway in front of his. He ran inside, excited to walk inside and turn on the t.v.

  "Mom?Dad? I'm home." No one answered. "Mom?"

Everyday when he came home, his parents would talk with him. Ask him how his day was.
He was filled with uneasiness. Something was wrong. Both of their cars were in the garage. They couldn't have just left. Suddenly, he heard screaming from upstairs. Then the pounding sound of a gun He knew that voice. It was his mom.

Finn raced up the stairs, not even spending half a second to think of what he would do when he got up there. His feet tripped on the wooden steps, his body trying to go faster than his feet could carry him. He checked his first idea, his parents room. It was empty and looked just as it did that morning, everything in the exact same spot.

"Mom" he called, his voice was so broken the words barely came out.

It was then when he turned and saw the door of his room, the would smeared with a line of dark red blood. He jiggled the handle and when that didn't work, he kicked at the door. The door fell easily and he stood for a moment, amazed by his own strength before he looked up at the scene in front of him.

His mom laid on the floor, her wrist chained and bloody. Her whole body was full of scars, making it obvious that she had been tortured for a long time.  Then, there was the bullet. It was right between her eyes. He knew, then that she was for sure dead. No one survived a shot through the head.  Without the shock of the next moments, he would have broken down crying hysterically.

He looked up to see the person who held the gun. The gun raised in his direction and he looked in to the eyes of the killer, the deep brown eyes of his father.  Blood pumped through his veins and he struggled to think through the situation.

No he thought, It's not real. It can't be real.

Yet, he looked at his father's dark eyes, his hands covered in his mother's blood and he knew that this was reality. This was his life now and there was nothing he could do about it.

He thought about his father, about all the times they had spent together.

That was never real. All he is is a traitor, a liar.

Finn's body filled with anger, his body turning cold. His hands turning wet with sweat. It all happened at once. The liar positioned the rifle right at his head, like he had done with her mother.  Time was slowed down. He wished it would pass faster so he didn't have to wait longer.

It will be over soon.

He was pleading for death when his hands lifted with out his control and stretched out towards the liar. His hands were colder than ever. Suddenly, a burst of water sprayed out of his open palms, blasting his father. He watched as his father disintegrated into dust and the dust disintegrated until there was nothing left.

In that day, both of his parents were gone. Finn would never be the same again.