Rainy Patience

Chapter 1

"My name is Cosmia Faine. I am 24 years old, I live in Sacramento. My parent's names are Jeremy and Shay Faine. My boyfriend's name is Lucca Danville. He and I live to together in an apartment on 4th street." I pause and give the doctor an inpatient look. "Did I pass?" I ask him raising an eyebrow to indicate my boredom.

"Not quite yet Miss Faine. Now state your physical appearance. And please, not your current appearance, you look like a slob dear." Replied the doctor, a look of disgust shone on his face.
I returned the look. It was clear that he didn't want to be here.

"Ok... Umm. I have green eyes, ombré brown to blonde hair, a light skin tone, 5'7, light freckles..." I look over to Lucca sitting in the corner of the room who gives me an approving glance. "Look. Are we done here?" I ask sitting up in my seat.

"Of course we are, see you next Tuesday." He gives me the most fake smile as if to say screw off. We're done here, I hope that next time you die in the rainfall. I storm away, irritated from this obnoxious doctor. Lucca by my side, must feel a little embarrassed by my short temper.

"What was that? Couldn't you show the smallest of gratitude and respect, after all, they were generous enough to take us in." He stops me and pulls me to the side of the busy corridor.

"That guy was an idiot and you know it!" I exclaim. He sighs and we keep walking.

"But you know you could've been nicer. They did us a favor by first of all, helping you get to medical assistance after the  mall towered in on you, then they gave us a place to stay that was scientifically proven to withstand the rain and not to mention the massive food supply they generously offered to us. And who can forget the weekly checkups you get to ensure your health. Cosmia, these people are trying the best that they can to make sure we are safe, even happy. Won't you return the favor by thanking them?! " I could see the shame and horror on his face. But he's right. What's wrong with me?

We exit the building to find ourselves walking along the flooded, gravel road. We head down for a couple of kilometers before arriving at our cottage. It's a big shack made of wood and titanium made to ensure complete safety against the rain. It has no curb appeal, nor does it have any appeal at all. But it's the safest and most shielded home I've ever had.

We take off our boots by the door and enter into the huge living space. Furniture is spread across our birch wood floor, the walls lined with sturdy concrete draped over by silk curtains to prevent sight of the concrete eye sore. Our kitchen full of long lasting food lounges in the corner and the fire crackles on in the fireplace. Home.

"Lucca, do you mind getting dinner ready? Just heat up the pizza in the freezer." I ask Lucca and he nods. "Okay. But can you do me a favor?"

"And what might that be?"

" Can you send Sheri the paperwork for the new tax bill. She lost hers and she needs a new one." Sheri, Lucca's sister, always loses everything. Oh my god pull it together. I nod and go to the bedroom. There, I sit at the desk, writing out a note to Sheri.

Sheri, I believe this is what you're looking for? It's been so long, Lucca tells me you've been doing well but I haven't seen you since the rainfall. How are you? I'd love for you to come over sometime!                 -Cosmia

I attached our extra tax bill form to the note with a paper clip and put it in an envelope then sealed it. With that I opened the desk drawer and pulled out my journal. I started writing it in hopes that it'll one day be put in the history books but now, it's just a great way to kill time.

Journal log 144: August 6th, 2020

It's been 1 month since the 1st rainfall. My concussion is healing, but I am having trouble with my actions and temper. Is this a symptom? It's been raining hard these past few days and I've been getting quite paranoid that this shelter, cottage, I eat and sleep under will eventually give in. The wind is intensifying as well. When will this hell end?

Total Rainfalls: 26

Recent rainfall length: 8 min(about)

As I finish my journal entry I can smell the sweet smell of pizza so I end my log and head to the kitchen where Lucca awaits.