When I was younger I remember watching Disney Channel. A girl would talk about the time she moved a cross the country living with her best friend. Another about a guy climbing Mount Everest. It was called TTI yeah I know it sounds like an STD, but...
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I don't really know what went wrong.
What made me jump out the bed and sneak out the house at 3AM in morning.
Maybe it was the rain, I always blamed it on the rain the sound of it alone conquered my Insomnia causing me to drift into dreams. But not even peaceful slumber could stop night terrors that came with. Night terrors that always woke me.
The sound of the rain lost its angelic and peaceful nature and soon became haunting with howls of the wind that only reminded me of the cries of the night.
On Autumn Bridge over the rushing river and its blue waters. Is where I found myself at 3AM on Friday night. Not at Rager, playing beer pong and Naughty Never Have I Ever.
On Autumn Bridge
Rain pours down with the aggression of a a storm that was brewing for a while finally letting lose. Citizens of the town seem to know better than to be out in this weather. They slept in this weather, in deep sleeps with the soft taps of August rain.
I wish I could sleep.
" I don't need you babying me Ma, what I do is my business."
" You snuck out of the house at 3am Marigold." Mom said back. The rain droplets drumming against the windows.
The present came back to me as I felt the warmth of bright lights hitting my skin with the cold rain and a roaring engine louder than thunder. I glanced back confused as to why anyone would be on this road.
No one takes this road anymore.
Still I sat on the ridge my long tangled hair soaked along with the pink tank top and red Santa Claus night pants that I wore although the holidays where months away. My Dad's oversized works boots dangled over the ledge and even with the howling breeze I never shivered. My eyes ignored the presence behind me and focus on the silent waters below.
" You're not going to do it." A deep voice said breaking, nearly over powering the pounding of the rain.
I turned my head around and the guy on the motorcycle had made himself comfortable without my knowledge. His bike still with glaring head lights the rain repealing off his leather jacket. His helmet removed soaking his hair that was darker than the story skin. He didn't even flinch as the cold sky water trickled against his smooth skin.
" What?" I asked nonchalantly.
He stepped up, the head lights of his bike around his like a great aura.
Flower Shop boy.
" You're not going to do it-"
He didn't get chance to say it twice. My head turned from him and without hesitation I pushed my body forward feeling weightless my dangled hair flying up.
