I could feel the storm coming as I walked down the hallway, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I was alone. I didn't care what my mother would think when she got home, I didn't care what anyone would think. I listened to the rain as it started falling, letting the tears fall down my cheeks for a sense of symmetry to my thoughts. The storm was going to get worse and I knew that it would be hours until it moved on.
In my head I went over my ways of escaping the storm but I knew it was best to deal with it, otherwise I would be in trouble for future scars. I went over every comment that's ever hurt me, all the 'you don't deserve to be here', all the 'you're a piece of trash' and the worse of them; 'at least I have both my parents' that one always punches a new hole in my remaining happiness.
I had stumbled to my room as the rain got heavier and the sky darkened. I could feel the pressure slowly crushing me as I fell onto my bed. I didn't want this and I didn't want to have to deal with this any longer than I should, but I need to be there for my mother and my little sisters, they needed me to be strong and help them as they dealt with their grief. I was finding it harder to breath, I could feel the rain turn heavy enough to flood a dry dam in a matter of minutes. I hated this, I hated that out of all the bad things I got stuck with no dad and a black hole eating away at all the sanity I had left, I was surprised that I hadn't already gone insane.
The black hole was feeding the despair, bringing up my parents' drunken nights, all my previous friends not caring that I was dying and the car crash. The car crash is why I don't have my dad and it's what started the storms. I was preparing myself for the thunder to start, for the clouds to turn black and their rumbling echoing in the empty house. The thunder would cause me to start screaming, the thunder makes me curl up in pain, the thunder is almost the worst.
My eyes snapped open, I could hear the thunder coming closer, and now I was shaking in fear of the pain and screaming. The thunder wasn't hesitating to make its way to my head, at least now I knew the storm was almost over.
The thunder hit and I was screaming, the black hole inside me expanding fast, the screams of my pain bounced off the walls, I'm pretty sure I sounded like someone was murdering me but I didn't care, I was I pain and no one could help.
As the thunder got stronger the screams got louder and the more pain I felt, I wanted to try and free myself and I wanted it all to end, there is no way I had survived four of these storms already. I knew I was strong but I'm feeling my strength slip away and the power of pain filling the empty spaces. The thunder was almost at its peak.
I couldn't feel anything now, I was numb and it was scaring me, this hasn't happened before and for a moment I felt relief, that was until my mouth opened and an ear splitting scream filled the silence. The lightning had come.
