The Beta Cancri Queen

8 - Chuva triste

Hoshiko

I woke up to the sound of a radio but I didn't open my eyes. I knew I was still inside the car. That same taxi, to be more specific, because my head seemed to be resting on someone's shoulder, wobbling around, as the taxi moved.

...and thank you for the traffic update, Jane. I suggest that everyone prepares their umbrellas for the rest of today if you are heading out on this rainy evening. And now with one of the top headlines of the day. Being the history-lover that I am could not miss out on this one: A very peculiar ring has been discovered, and it could go for competition for being bound to one of the most valuable emeralds in our history. It is currently under study by the best of experts around the world. And it is causing a craze everywhere! What is even more strange is the fact that it was found, by an ordinary person, in a very ordinary place. Very soon, we--

And the radio was turned off.

"It's okay. You can keep the radio on if you want. I don't really mind as it is too quiet here..." The guy, whose shoulder now supported my head...

"Oh, no. Actually, I have a headache."

If Belladonna hadn't decided to get revenge on me for running off earlier, we could have been in a much better situation right now. Now, I didn't even know where she was. There were two possibilities. One: she was safe and sound and her driver was a real driver, who took her home. If this was true, then I was the only person that got kidnapped and I would probably die as no-one would come look for me, and my Ma would only suspect something by the end of today, and if I was lucky she wouldn't wait the whole night to go to the police. Two: she had probably been taken hostage too, and no one would know where she was anymore, just like me. And bad things were probably going to happen to us.

Or maybe it was only me. All alone.

The rain gushed outside hitting, the car's roof hard, perhaps trying to rescue me. I could feel the time going slow, and hear the quick swishing of the windscreen wiper at the front of the car. Back and forth.

This conversation was all I heard in my floating mind-state. I wasn't fully conscious. A sudden continuous high-pitched beep striked my ears. A pain rang and spread throughout my skull.

I shook my head aggressively. I slapped both of my ears obsessively. I pulled my hair hard. I screamed loudly to the point where anyone could have heard me two miles away.

What was funny was how I was imprisoned inside my head. I was as quiet as a sleeping baby, my head rested on his shoulder, wobbling around as the car moved. Nothing had actually happened.

And as the violent pitter-and-patter of rain continued...

I blacked out...

And succumbed to nothingness once again.

Author's note:

'Chuva triste' means 'sad rain' in Portuguese.

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-- XprettypandaX (20/11/2019)

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