no strings attached :: a.i.

01 : cliché

There is something calming about the dark. Laying there in absolute silence, listening to the rain drops pounding against the roof. And that's where I was, trying to understand the coded speak of life's different colors. I sat up in my bed and took a deep breath. A thought came to my mind, reminding me of the lyrics to one of my favorite songs.

"Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are," my soft voice split the silence and an echo bounced off of the grey walls. But after a moment, the ghost was gone. And I was left with the rain. I hadn't spoken in almost six months, if Mrs. Moore ever found out I had just talked she would have a heart attack.

I crawled out of my bed and approached the window, swinging it open so to get a better look at the mess outside. I tended to do that a lot; finding the fault in other things so that I wouldn't have to face my own problems.

I lifted myself out of the window and onto the flat roof outside. There was no chance of me falling and that was something I wasn't sure if I was happy or disappointed about. I slowly walked to the edge of the roof and sat down, folding my legs underneath me. The rain washed over me and with every drop a memory took over my senses. Some were happy like the smell of freshly baked cookies or the laughter of my little cousins. Still others weren't so pleasant. Memories of that night started to fill my mind. I shivered from the thoughts, or maybe it was just the wind, finally reaching me under my now soaking sweater. Missing him came in waves, and tonight I was drowning.

I stood up and walked back to my window, not wanting to remember anymore. As I crawled into my small room, I saw a light flicker on in the house across the street. No one lived there anymore, that was for sure.