Mikah

CHAPTER EIGHT

Rain began to fall down, rolling off the roof and onto the cement, causing a racket to sound over our heads.

Thunder crackled, causing screams from every room arise. To the little lads and lassies, this was absolute horror. But to me, I love this weather.

It causes fantasy to spiral inside my brain, an imaginary story all set inside my mind. Magical, quite isn't it?

These dark and gloomy nights hit a spark inside me, causing me to dream of such mysterious places. Such as a green forest, seemingly never-ending with immense fog. A stallion, black as charcoal, galloping through that very forest, powering through the thick fog.

See what I mean? This is exactly what thunderstorms do to me... they open up my brain.

Sitting in a wooden rocking chair next to the second floor window, right by the stairs, my eyes jumped from object to object outside.

The darkness outside made it feel as if it were midnight, but I knew for a fact it was only a little after six in the evening. Only a little after supper, if you know what I mean.

It always rains here in Ireland, which is why winged is so very hard to stay. The damn removes the snow, and instead of snow we get large puddles of rain. Lots of them, actually. But that's not the point. The point is that rain and thunder keeps me at ease, allowing me to relax more than I usually can.

I sat close to the window, holding Olsen's book in my hands. I didn't exactly want to read, and nor did I want to stop looking outside.

Everyone at this time were either attempting to bathe or doing their own thing in their rooms. Most of the little lads or lassies were scared, and wrapped up in their sheets at this time.

I hadn't seen Nora or Phoebe since we had supper, maybe an hour ago. But I was sure they were alright, I knew they had to be.

A piercing scream filled the halls.

I gasped, and ran towards the only bathroom on the second floor, and began to knock repeatedly.

"Is everything alright in there?"

I listened as I heard shuffling.

"Just a minute," Phoebe's familiar voice sounded.

It was Phoebe, what was wrong!?

Phoebe opened the door, and I was immediately confronted by her in a robe and her hair in a bath towel.

"Hurry! Quick! There's a spider inside the shower!" She exclaimed.

I almost wanted to laugh, of course there was a spider in the shower, Morley's didn't keep you from absolutely everything in the real world.

Running up to the bathroom where the shower is, I noticed the spider almost immediately. And I'll give them that the spider was quite large, and I could see how Phoebe got scared by it.

In the corner of my eye I saw Nora in a pink robe laying on the bottom bunk, squeezing onto her stuffed animal for her dear life.

I swatted the spider with a bottle of body wash, and hit its body repeatedly.

Once I was done, I picked him up, the spider, by his hind legs and dropped in the toilet, quickly flushing the toilet after I did so.

Beginning to wash my hands, I turned around to dry my hands off when Phoebe attacked me with a hug.

"Thank you... thank you so much, Angus!" She practically screamed.

I'm not a hugger, but I pat her on her back softly and murmured a,

"You're welcome. What'd I say? I'm almost always here if you or Nora need absolutely need anything."

She pulled me away from the hug, allowing me to breathe, and then kissed me on the cheek.

We all started smiling out of pure joy, as I got the same feeling as I got before. Everything seemed so happy, as if it were almost too good to be true.

"Just... thank you, thank you very much, Angus."

Phoebe repeated.

I nodded,

"Of course. If you need me again... you know where I am." I breathed, "I'll be here, despite anything that happens."

Nora ran up to me and hugged me the best way she could, and I smiled even brighter at her attempt of hugging me.

"Thanks!" She squealed.

I pretended to tip an imaginary hat, as I smirked a weird little smile that was quite gay if I do say so myself.

"Why 'course ma lady." I mimicked from someone I do not know.

Nora giggled, as I waved goodbye and shut the door behind me, and as I began to reminisce about absolutely everything that happened today.

***

As I lay in my bed, thoughts began to clutter all throughout my brain. I almost feel homesick for a place that doesn't seem to exist. Which is quite an intriguing thing to long for, especially since that place is all fake.

Possibly this is what I needed to add into my memoir, this incredibly fascinating feeling that I've never in my life been able to just shake off as if it is nothing at all.

Much of these thoughts lead me to wonder whether I am sane or not, rather if I am turning rather mad than normal.

Olsen says it's normal as an orphan to feel these sort of things, that he felt it too as he were my age and possibly even younger.

All I know is the constant feeling of missing a home that doesn't seem to exist, the place where I belong.