Borderlines

"Unsuspected" Rainfall

This is the first proper story I've written for a long time. This is a part collaboration with my best friend Luna (who the character L is based on). So enjoy!

E'S POV

The clouds had been there all day, biding their time, Just waiting to drench some innocent people walking peacefully down the street. I sincerely hope we're not the victims of an unsuspected rainfall. I prayed it would hold just another quarter of an hour.

"Knowing my luck it won't even hold in time to walk halfway down this street" L answered.

"Sometimes it seems you just seem to read my mind! Oh, wait, you do." I replied.

"It's your own fault that your defences don't work against me." But L was smiling.

"No, I just deactivated them because of you."

L was the first person who reached out to me and entered the bubble which is my world. Because, otherwise I'll only get hurt again and people will think I'm just pretending. She also made my self-harming less addictive, I stopped cutting so often and I didn't go so deep when I did. She was the light in my darkness and I'll always thank her for that. I trust her with everything I've got. But she's not always there because we go to different schools, we live two worlds apart. My Mum doesn't approve of her, and I don't approve of my Mum. I felt the first drops of rain and cursed inwardly. It started drizzling, as we walked down the street. Then, hailing and I knew we were through. It battered against my body and I couldn't see two meters in front of me. L tightened the bond keeping us together.

"Follow me" L's voice echoed through my head and I let myself be led further down the street. "There's an empty house down here. I used to walk past it and wonder why no-one brought it. We can camp out there."

A canopy loomed out in front of me. Even through the hail, I could see it was thick with rust and crumbling wine red paint. The door was intact but I could smell the scent of rotting wood and something else but I couldn't exactly put my finger on it. L pushed the door but it didn't open. "Here let me try"

She stepped aside and gave me a look. I lifted my leg and kicked. It opened easy as anything. L looked surprised but I didn't blame her. Two years ago, when I first met her, I was chubby, stupid and had hardly any experience with life. But I've changed. I've become fitter, stronger, healthier. I cut and dyed my hair. None of it helped with the depression pulling me into oblivion like I wanted it too. But it stopped the self-hatred a fraction.

The door stood open, welcoming me in and I went inside.  

Sorry it's short, the next chapter is from 3rd person so I don't want anyone to get confused. Love you all xx