NOT FINISHED
Author's Note : It has mistakes. Lots of them. I will be editing this after I finish the whole novel. It's easier for mee to see the whole thing flowing, not just separate parts.
I have always been fascinated by lightning. So wild as the freedom of an untamed fire, but so wavery like the changeable wind. Pure power, dribbling off the dark blue sky. The way it curles on the midnight shining glass, shivering the tiny sky diamonds. I don't know why, but it is something magic, something alive for me.
I feel the grass under my body, cold and soft. A drop. And another. And another. I see the water bubbles drowning the depressed, greyish sky. I don't know why, but I'm hypnotized by the strike of light that cuts the far away horizon. The sun is too shy to get out of its cloudy cage. An idea tickles my mind. I could stay outside in the pouring rain, every inch of my sking turning wet and warm. I see another lightning. I desire to touch it, to feel its dizzines running through my entire body.
As the storm read my mind, one lightning hit the moist ground ten meters from me. I desperately got up. I wached terrified as I arose and I started to slowly straggle from the place I was standing. Another lightning hit 5 meters from me. I started running through the freezing rain, towards the forest that surrounded by the meadow I was sitting 1 minute earlier. My feet hurted as I ran faster and faster, fear striking my brain.
A brach fell in front of me, almost stealing my dear life.I clumsily jumped over it, without stoping even for one tiny second. Every moment is so precious like a well carved piece of diamond. I almost saw the exit of the thicket forest. I stumbled over some mud, but luckily didn't embrace the solid ground. Lightning was approaching as fast as the indecisive wind. I could feel it, like a darkish shadow following my every step. I ran all the way to my little house near the woods. As I enter my small residence, i close all the windows and the only door. I curled on my bed wanting to wake up from this nightmare. Hugging my knees, I hear a deep voice whispering in the atmosphere.
"I'm coming for you..."
"Leave me alone..!" I shouted back.
"But be ready..." the gloomy voice alerted me. Then everything was a blur.
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A sneaky flash of light gently poked my face. I slowly opened my brown eyes analysing my lighted room. I tied my wild, brownish hair into a rushed pony tail. 6:30. Monday. I promenade through the house, pain striking my feet, like a ghost wandering to find its long lost body, forgotten by this restless world. I search for an old piece of rotten paper. It was my only mememory from my dead parents. It said "Be strong." And I tried to.
"That was a weird dream." I whisper to myself. My wood cottage wasn't big and fancy, but it was enough for my taste. Everytime I walked, it crunched under my feet, like stepping on thick, fresh snow. It had one room, one tiny living room combined with the puny kitchen, and a small-sized bathroom.
I got up and then I went to the bathroom. Checking is everything was alright, I slowly brushed my rushed pony tail. Closely studying my eyes, I noticed that the had a yellowish tone. "Now I am starting to see thing." I said, dissapointed. The cold water was so cold and refreshing like a tidal wave harmlessly hitting my face.
I heard someone knocking in my rusty, greenish door. The buzz shacked the entire so-called house, like a tiny earthquake. As I opened the door, I see a blond haired girl with a big smile glued to her face. Her big, green eyes flickered in excitement, and her delicate hand hold something. A box. A present.
