A Dark Trip

The Beginning

     The rain came down in buckets. The wind blew with an unusual bite of cold. My friends and I were journeying to my home, only, we were walking.

     My friend, Andrew, was the reason that we were forced to walk in the freezing rain. He, out of all six of us, was the only one who owned an actual license to drive. However, he told us a million times that he would never even think about driving under any illegal circumstances. This rule has landed us in this exact position many times. We had to walk in the pouring rain to his home where he was passed out on the couch, bottle in hand. James, through a difficult argument with many points on both sides, had to pick Andrew up and deal with the fingers running through his own blond hair.

     The cemetery's forest did next to nothing to stop the onslaught of ice temperature water from hitting us. In fact, it only made the rain feel even more ominous than it originally did. The only light source available was the moonlight. We had walked this same path numerous times during the day. At night though, all of us were walking quicker than we thought possible. 

     The group was led by me. Following behind me were Adeline, Maya, Tanner, James, and Andrew. It was incredibly quiet, contrary to the usual chatter. Maya, trying not to cry, started singing a lullaby. Weather it was to sooth her nerves or ours did not matter at that moment. What mattered was the song.

     Looking back, I probably should have payed more attention to that song. If I listened to the hidden meaning we wouldn't be in this mess. Who am I kidding? This entire walk was a disaster waiting to form.