Beyond the Black Rainbow

RED

"Anna! Come down! Now!" Mom screamed desperately from the living room. I had heard the thump just seconds before her shouting, without realising what made the sound.
I ran as fast as I could to the living room, and the sight I was met with was petrifying.
"Call for help!"

I jolted in my bed, with a feeling I've ran a hundred miles. Blood pumping, sweat running.
I've been drawn back to this moment every night since the accident.
Half a year has passed, however I can't get over him. His beautiful brown eyes, warm hugs and contagious joy. His playfulness, loyalty and unconditional love.
God I miss him.

The alarm went off. Once again I turned it off and decided that school was better off without me. We were supposed to have a history test today, and as often before, I hadn't prepared. I used to be the smart kid, but after that day in the living room I began loosing my grades.

Mom opens the door. "Are you sick today as well baby girl?" She asked with a calm voice. Her brown hair was set up into a bun, and in her hand she held a bucket of soap water. What is worse, a day at school, or a day at home with mom rummaging around the house?
"No mom, School awaits." I answered with fake enthusiasm.
I put on some sweatpants and a an oversized black T-shirt. Skipped breakfast.

It was early June and Mother Nature was showing off her best bits. I had just lied to my mom again. About going to school. About how I felt, my health. I hear the sounds of joyful birds and running water. I often went to the same spot when I skipped school. A fifteen minute walk from our house into the forest, I sat on an old wooden bridge. In the shadow of a big, majestic oak was my spot. It sounds like a scenery from a movie, and it looks like it as well. But it most definitely doesn't feel like it.

This is the place I have the fondest memories of him. When we took long walks together and I could tell him anything. Now it's just me and the old oak tree. The birds doesn't sound like music to me anymore, and the sun is just bothering me.

I guess it was sunny the day of the accident. The day my heart shattered and the world lost its colours. I remember that we had been on a long walk together earlier that day, he had walked more slow than usual. I thought it was because he was enjoying the fresh air and didn't want to rush. However, that may not have been the cause and I blame myself for not realising he was sick.

All of a sudden something moved in the bushes beside me. I jumped at the sound, and wondered what it could be. I tried to look for something to protect myself with, in case there was a dangerous creature hiding in the bushes. The only thing I found close enough was a crooked stick. But it had to do. The bushes moved again, and I was ready to defend myself.
The creature jumped out of the bushes-