My eyes glazed over, my ceiling was all i could see.
Three days past, three work days come and gone and all without my umbrella. I can't live without it. Maybe the Madame was right. Maybe my individual thought is escaping through the color.
But then again, the government is known to lie.
Three days prior
"Your umbrella is quite odd," Madame Vertex announced, waving her hand as if to dismiss me. "unfortunately for you I must take it away. Go back to your boring life and pretending you fit in"
I stood from my chair, the Madame towering over me even whilst sitting. Brushing off my black cargo pants, I turn to leave.
My black clashed with the interior of the room, making the walls stand out, rather than myself. Clacking my midnight boots, i inch towards the door before-
"Wait just a moment, Miss Sinclair"
Shocked, i whip around to see the Madame, still sitting, smirking, chin up and pretentious.
"Remember," she grinned, her cheeks spreading as far they could possibly go. "The rain is good."
My eyes fell to the floor. Grabbing all of my courage, i plastered on a fake smile and replied,
"The rain is good"
I kept my cool til i exited the room, all the while my breathing shortened, my pulse faltered, and my head dizzy.
Regaining my composure, I hesitantly stumbled down the hall from the room with the Madame. She had confiscated my umbrella, my one uniqueness from the identical people. My hand itched to hold it, to be near it. Mustering up all my willpower, i grasped my hand, massaged the knuckles, letting it go, swinging by my side. My hand glided across the wall, brushing the rigidness with the tip of my fingers, stepping slow and mourned. I walked, til my fingers felt it.
The crack in the wall.
Stopping, staring at the enlarged parting in the wall, pushing ever so slightly against it, curious to see if there was something behind it.
The crack grew to a door, one that was not meant to be seen. Using more force, i nudged the door with my palm, opening it just a crack.
A small room. That's all it was. But instead of being empty, this 5'x10' space was lined with computers and monitors all reading the same thing-
"The Rain Is Good"
And underneath read
"Shut down mode: flood"
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Desolation Reigns
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