Daniel Seavey Imagines

Lightning

This isn't happening. I thought to myself. I was sat on my bed, the duvet pulled up to my eyes as I laid there in silence, hearing the rain fall on the house. It was dark outside and inside, I was too scared to go and turn any lights on because it meant that I would have to leave my bed. Why did my parents decide now would be a good time to go visit my aunt.

The weather was horrible, the rain was crashing violently on my windows, the wind was howling, the sky was dark and it made my fears grow. Ever since I was a child I had been terrified of weather like this, I think it was due to the fact that my family and I had been caught in torrential weather when we went on holiday to Mexico one time. We was left stranded in our hotel for days, the electricity barely worked and no one could go into the lobby because it was flooded slightly. Ever since then I was beyond scared.

I clenched my eyes shut, holding the duvet tighter over me. I jumped out of my skin when I saw a flash of lightning soon followed by thunder. I hate this, I really hate this. I was becoming panicked because I was home alone and I had no one to go too. I ended up singing a couple of songs in my head, trying to distract me from all the noises coming from outside. But I was interrupted when I heard my phone beep.

are you okay? your father and I are stuck at auntie sandy's. should be home later tonight x

I stared at the text from my mother, this day was just going from one bad to another. I sighed to myself, getting ready to form a reply back.

I'll be fine. text me when you leave x

I clicked send and placed my phone next to me, grabbing my headphones so I could play some music to try and distract me. I jumped once again when I heard the thunder, jumping out of my bed and towards my desk, sitting underneath it. I tried to regulate my breath, knowing that I was acting stupid because I'm pretty sure no one had a rational fear of weather.

hey babe, just finished up with some meetings. see you at mine soon x

My parents are going to be coming home later tonight and what if this weather doesn't stop? I don't want to be alone tonight. What if the electricity stops working? What if mom and dad can't make it home tonight and have to stay at my aunts overnight? I need to stop overthinking this.

I read the text from my boyfriend, Daniel, and sighed. Of course today was the day that there was a flipping tsunami outside, when I was just trying to see my boyfriend for the first time in a while because he had been so incredibly busy with band stuff.

i'm sorry dan but i don't think i can make it. i'm home alone and my mom and dad are stranded at my aunts becos of the weather. i really don't want to leave my house. sorry x

I sat there, clenching my phone to my chest, hearing the roars of thunder or the claps of lighting. I didn't know how long this weather was going to last but it wasn't looking good.

I must've been sitting under my desk for a further twenty minutes, hearing no reply from either Daniel or my parents. So my stress levels increased due to the fact that i was so worried about them. The weather still hadn't changed and I was getting so incredibly bored. I jumped and banged my head on the desk when a branch from a tree outside smacked my window.

"Stop it." I told myself, trying to tell my brain to stop acting like a child. However, there was still a stupid little voice at the back of my mind, creating endless situations that could end in disaster. I started counting in my mind, since that was a coping mechanism that my mother taught me.

one, two, three, four, five, six, se-

I was interrupted from my counting when I heard a loud knock at my front door, startling me. I sat under my desk, hoping whatever crazy person knocking on my door, would disappear but they kept knocking. I sighed, crawling out from under my desk and standing up. I ran to my bedroom door frame and turned the light in my hallway on, watching the stairs light up. I was surprised that the electricity was still working. The banging continued and I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath before I ran down the stairs and to the front door, swinging it open to yell at this mad person.