A little too fast| Peter maximoff/ quicksilver X (fem)reader [EDITING]

Chapter 9

Hey! I had to go through my papers just to find one of my chapters. The book called my rain diary, I wrote that, like literally wrote it about what happened in my life when I rains. All the chapters for my rain diary is an original by me so please enjoy!

Jan. 6,2001 (happy birthday if that's your birthdate by the way)

I waited for class to be dismissed, for the clock to strike 4, for the bell to ring, to be free.

Ring!

The bell! I waited for the class to be fully dismissed, packed my things, went out the classroom door, into the hallway and soon came to the staircase leading down to the exit of the school building.

I walked down the stair careful not to trip or get knocked down. I'm so excited to get back to dad and mo- o yeah their not there. Hehe, I guess I forgot... Again. I walked down the stairs almost making it out the doors, just ten more steps.

Tenth step
I blocked out all the talking with my thoughts. Thoughts of my family, even though I don't remember them much I still miss them.

Ninth step.
I tried to remember. But couldn't.

Eighth step.
I miss them too much.

Seventh step.
I wonder if they see me now.

Sixth step.
I wonder if they still love me.

Fifth step.
They still love me... Right?

Fourth step.
They hate me.

Third step.
Help me.

I feel tears emerging from my eyes as I blinked rapidly to get rid of those pesky tears.

Second step.
I wish I was the one who died.

Last step.
I wish I was never born.

That was he last thought before I went outside the building to be covered by the ledge of the school from the rain.

Rain.

One of my only memories of my father was when we went out to play but got rain. Instead we went out and played in the rain, and got very bad colds.

I chuckled at the memory, an pulled up my hood and continued to stroll down the street.

I didn't care that I was the only one who didn't wait for someone to pick me up, drive me through the rain in a car, ask me about my day, joke, laugh. Because there was no one to wait for.

I was all alone.

As soon as I reached my house I broke down, shattering like glass, I headed to the music room.

I needed to calm down.

I needed to play to the beat of the rain.

I needed music.

I ran to my ukulele, tuned it, and played my first ukulele song, 'lost boy' by Ruth b.