MY NAME WAS RAYNE GREER

2: The Rain Couldn't Bear The Sight of Death

A\N: This is how I imagine Rayne (Thylane Blondeau)

The next few hours are a blur, I'm questioned and asked to fill out forms since I'm the only family here. The nurse that was behind the front desk dragged me from my seat in the hall and sat me down in one of the side rooms, she pulled a chair next to me and rubbed my back as I cried. I didn't stop crying for what felt like hours but must have only been half an hour, I haven't cried since she left.

Sitting here alone is just a taste of what the rest of my life will be like, I have no one. I haven't heard from or spoken to my mother since I was six years old, my father's parents died before I was born and I never met my mother's parents.
Once I finished filling out forms, there was nothing left to occupy my mind, looking at the time, I realised that it was early morning and I hadn't slept or eaten for 24 hours but that was the last of my worries. How was I going to pay for a funeral? Would I be able to have a ceremony? Who would I invite? The questions were overwhelming, my head was pounding as I laid it down of the table in front of me, crinkling the papers I had spent hours filling.

Just as exhaustion had started to take over and the voices in my head had silenced, the door to the break room started to open. Stood in the door was the nurse, " did you finish the papers?" she asked, keeping her voice soft as if just the sound alone was enough to break me. I only nodded, keeping my eyes glued to the table, I held the papers out to her. The nurse stepped towards me to grab them, I looked up at her while she flipped through, hoping that I didn't miss anything. After a while, she let out a sigh," These are fine, thank you, I know it seemed unnecessary but trust me it's better to get them out of the way now. My shift is over, so the morning shift will be in here soon, you're welcome to stay but I thought I'd warn you" I really didn't want to be here when more people came in, I don't think I had the strength in me to answer their questions.
"Erm, yeah thanks. I think I will go home and come back later" the nurse nodded and continued towards the lockers as I raised from my seat. "Thanks for your help today", I said, hoping that was enough to show her how grateful I was. She gave me a sad, tight-lipped smile, with that, I turned and scurried out of the door. Tears sprang to my eyes as I passed the surgery room that I had spent so long camped outside, another woman was now sat there, head in hands while a young boy sat on the floor pressed against the wall, hugging a teddy. I met his eyes, they were glassy but held so much innocence, I mustered up a smile that he returned quite happily. I could only hope that whoever was in that room now survived, if only for that little boy.

When I stepped out into the morning breeze, I couldn't help but look up, was he there? Could he see me now? I kissed my palm and held it up to the sky that was threatening to beat me down with raindrops but I guess that even rain can't bear the sight of death, as it never came. I didn't rush home, in fact, I didn't want to go back to an empty house that contained all the reminders of what I had lost but I had nowhere else to go. The roads were bare and only a few people walked the streets, none of them paid attention to me as I sauntered past. My mind now was a great contrast to what it was last night, now it was calm and quiet rather than loud and questioning. I think I prefer silence.

I didn't hesitate as I opened my front door, I hadn't locked it when I left last night, I'm surprised I even shut the door really. The first thing that hits me is the smell, I had forgotten the events after the phone call, I really didn't feel like cleaning but I was going to be sick again if I didn't get rid of it. As I walked through the hallway, I couldn't bring myself to look at the walls that I knew were decorated with pictures of me and dad throughout the years.
After cleaning the mess and spraying the entire house with air freshener, I decided that I needed to take a shower and at least try and sleep before I headed back to the hospital this afternoon. I climbed the stairs using the little energy I had, it was pretty disconcerting how nothing in my room had changed since this morning but my whole life had. I headed into my bathroom at the far end of my room but stopped when I caught sight of my reflection in the long mirror by my wardrobe.
I looked like I had been dragged through a bush, my chestnut brown hair that had previously been tied neatly back was tangled in my bobble and most of it now hung down my back or clung to the sides of my face. Dark purple bags hung underneath my light blue eyes which looked sunken and dull against my long black eyelashes. My cheeks looked hollow and had a rosy tint much like the shade of my full, bow-shaped lips. The scrubs that the nurse had given me swallowed my 5ft 6 runners frame. I almost chuckled at how well the trousers fit my long legs. I looked like death warmed over.

After brushing my teeth and showering, I changed into a pair of shorts and a black tank top before climbing into bed. It wasn't long before the exhaustion took over and I succumbed to the darkness.

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A\N

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you spot any mistakes please let me know. Also, comment on your thoughts about Rayne.

Thanks

-El