They did it. They finally did it. They kept her alive.
I thanked the doctors and then left the hospital. I look up at the grey clouds, and as if on cue, I starts raining.
I love it when it rains.
It means people don't know if you're crying or if its just the water falling from the sky.
You could be sad about something, and blame it on the miserable rain.
You could be angry, and then just say that there is no nice weather, so you have to cancel your plans.
I used to have such a nice life, I think, walking home.
So much fun and joy, I used to get straight a's and laugh at least 15 times a day.
But things have changed. There is barely any fun and joy, im failing at everything, and now, its hard to smile once in a day.
Why is life so unfair?
Why cant I just have a normal life?
Why couldn't I just cancel that stupid party and revise with my best friend?
Why couldn't I have taken my bag off slower?
Why am I so careless?
Why am I so stupid?
Why?
Why?
Why?
And that's it. That's when I crack.
It seems like someone has turned on a tap in my tear duct.
Tears fall down my face, as if to race each other as to who can fall of my jaw first
I stop.
Close my eyes
Rain harder, please. No one will no if its tears, or water falling from the sky.
Rain harder.
Hii this chapter was inspired by Dodie Clark's song rain.
Thnx bye
