Through These Creative Nights | Drabbles

Bad Weather

"That's surely a storm right there", my beither whispered. Looking through our nude curtains.

"It's just a heavy rain tonight brother. Don't worry", i smiled not even turning my head to look at him.

I've always loved the rain. Especially when im home, in my warm blanket and a hot chocolate mug in my table.

"Why is that your always happy when its raining?", he scoffed and got out of the room. He never like it when the weather is bad. He can't play video games or watch tv as the signal is always poor.

I didn't bother to response and instead, look longingly at the rain heavily pouring outside from our window.

I suddenly felt a wind of breeze passed through my wrists. The sleeves of my sweater had fallen through the process of wiping my tears i guess.

There, i stopped and admire my skin.

There, my bare wrists, once so pure, once so white, is now filled with red lashes and cuts, fresh and lots.

No, it's not only that i love being inside my blanket in a peaceful state on a rainy night.

It's also not only that the rain is always with my mood.

It's because the sound of rain pouring always seems to overpower the sound of my sobs and cries in the middle of the night.

No one can hear me dying inside on a rainy night.

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-Work of fiction-

This is short oh my.

P.S dedicated to you who's now in heaven. The girl who always love to play ballad songs on a rainy night as i do haha. Imy.
Pps. I already posted this to my facebok account as per usual. But only to my official acount. So if you see anyone plagiarising this, please tell me.