Memories

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I remember going into the living room to chat with my sister. She was in college, so we had to Skype. We'll usually talk for about an hour then we do whatever we would normally do. We would still have the Skype chat on, but we didn't talk much. Sometimes we'd say something or ask a small question and receive an answer. Her presence always made me calm.

I remember I was writing with her still in the call. She had asked what I was doing while she continued to type her paper. I told her that I was writing a small story. Somewhat curious,  she asked what it was about. She was most likely wondering what an 8th grader could write. Foolish or not, she'd stick with me till the end.

I remember looking outside a few times and observing through the old broken down window. Sighting the golden leaves shivering on the branches from the cold wind. I saw children across the street, who played in large piles of leaves their mother or sister just cleaned up. Seeing them laugh and play some more. The sun started turning an ember colour. It was peaceful.

I started playing light music while my sister on the other side of the call. You could hear the tapping of her keyboard. Bouncing off of each finger. It almost seemed like a rhythm of a song.

It was getting quite late, so we had to end the call. I turned off Wattpad and I slowly walked through the hall, down to my bedroom. It was not a beautiful bedroom. I almost hated it. But alas, it was full of memories. Some happy... but most painful.

I ignored the flashes of memories and headed towards my bed. I dressed myself and I lied on down. I can almost never sleep. It didn't bother me too much because the few times I do sleep, I'll have nasty nightmares. It sounds stupid and childish. To not want to sleep because of something so small. Yet, I could barley sleep anyways. So, it didn't bother me too much. I closed my eyes, dreaming. Yet, I was still awake. Letting every memory drip away at last. Cutting deep into my skin until morning came and school would take my memories at last. At least, for a while that is.

I remember rain. I loved rain. It sang a peaceful lullaby with each drop. Each a different note. Sometimes, during the weekend, I would sneak outside. I'd pet my outside cat until morning was supposed to shine in. Or until the rain stopped. During the week though, I'd hear it out my window. Listening to the song for as long as I could. For being a person who enjoyed being inside. On a computer with no social life besides the almost fake one at school. I enjoyed outdoors. I loved going to the woods and going outside in the rain.

If I was lucky when we went camping. We'd go to one we almost always went. A different spot each time but still close together. I loved to explore. When I went to get firewood, or to just do something besides roast warm golden marshmallows, I would always go to this one spot. It was mostly smooth ground. A meadow. If you sat on your jacket or got a blanket it was one of the most beautiful places in the woods I had been. It felt like a fairy tale. I enjoyed cloud-watching and star-gazing. The only person I told this spot about was one of my best friends. X. Yes that's his "name". It wasn't his real name, of course, it was a fake name that everyone called him.

X was kind of a flirt. Who was I kidding- he was definitely a flirt. He was attractive, I'll admit. That's why almost every lady- and some male, flirted with him. I didn't care, as long as he was happy and kept me away from his relationships. Though, sometimes people would mistake me for one of his girlfriends and they'd get jealous. But like always, I'd tell them I was only a friend. Right now, this is the longest he's been without a new boyfriend or girlfriend. 2 months. For some reason, he has been declining new dates. Not sure why, but, I'll support him no matter what. We're friends, its what they do.

I'm lucky to have friends. Though, I'll admit. I do not deserve them at all. Still, I am thankful.

My sister was in college. She's the same one I FaceTime with all the time. I remember they let me go with them to drop her off one time. I remember seeing raindrops on the windshield.
It must had rained earlier. It's a shame I missed the earths shower and couldn't watch the drops tick on all the windows.

I remember seeing the animals and farms that we would occasionally pass by. Or the cars that would race the other direction. I remember hearing her laughter in the background.

There was no music in the car, but I didn't mind. For a person who absolutely needed to hum or sing or listen to music, I didn't really mind. Sometimes, I enjoy quiet rides. It gives me time to think. Though, thinking is the same reason I block out everything with music.

I start finally hearing rain tapping. Small drops, nothing unusual. I remember seeing golden and green hills. Some barricaded with long grass or plants. Patches of trees would occasionally appear on the hills. I could sight the low clouds and mist on the mountain. Golden plains would take over again. A pattern of the two would case each other, again and again.

I looked to my right. Forests. Green mountains of wood and leaves. Animals hiding  in the green blurs. Some trees were dying off and turned a light brown. Each leaf had beautiful detail and each pine needle stuck to the tree until it cannot live any longer and falls to the ground gold.
I looked to my left. Mountains. Patches of mist and fog battled across the green hills. There were more trees, and definitely more animals. Rain was still pouring and mist started flooding the roads. Enormous trees began to appear next to the roads. More and more slowly appearing. The rain poured harder and faster. Trees began to slowly descend as we got higher on the mountains. An ocean of mist, fog, and rain as all the eye could see.

I sighted a cabin in the woods. 'Why would someone live all the way out hear?' I wondered. 'I wouldn't, but it doesn't mean someone else wouldn't want to.'
I stared back into the mist as the trees caress up again. Outlines of mountains finally reveled themselves. It reminded me of an unfinished drawing.

A lake somehow made an appearance despite the flood of fog. Then, the lake disappeared back into the ocean. Again, with an outline the same as the mountains.

The rain grew- if it was even possible.

I placed my eyes away from Wattpad and kept my eyes back on the flood of mountains and fog. At least, for now.