Lost and Forgotten

rain

I stand in the rain. Watching the few drops of water suddenly become a million crashing down from the sky. 

Pit-pat, pit-pat.

The sound of the rain meeting the ground is ringing in my ears, the force of the raindrops falling on my head is getting heavier and heavier.......but I don't care. Have you ever felt like you have no emotions at all? While everyone else is moving, laughing and going about their day- you just stand there with blank eyes and face? Well, I do that a lot, actually, i'm doing that now. Although my eyes were locked with the rain, my heart was in another place, my mind was a blank canvas. Even I have no idea what I was thinking, what am I doing standing in the pouring rain? The truth is, although I have no idea what am I doing, this helps me unfog my mind and making myself feel a little calmer. 

Suddenly, a voice calling from a distant away seemed to wake me up from my semi daydream. A loud, familiar, shrilling voice was calling out my name.

 " Chloe? Is that you?", the Old Lady shouted, hesitating to take an umbrella from the cabinet and rushing outside, "Chloe!" , she shouted again. -slight pause, as if it were to confirm if it was me or not- Once she was sure, she shouted even louder, "CHLOE COME HERE THIS INTANCE!"

I slowly turned around, my whole body feeling numb from the cold rainy air. The Old Lady pulled me back to the house by forcefully pulling me by my arm, making me fall down in the progress. As if she cares anyways. She is only concerned of me going outside and telling the neighbours why I had so many scars on my arms and legs, is it really because I was too clumsy and fell down multiple times? I don't think so.

Actually, I made a mistake, she wasn't pulling me now, she was dragging me back. You see, she didn't even give me any time to recover from my fall and kept dragging me back home, my arms were surely covered with five finger-sized bruises. I stumbled on the stairs leading up to my front door, and into my home sweet home. 

What happened next was surely predictable. The Old Lady slammed the door shut. Our bodies were both soaked from the rain, but our faces were completely different. Her face was swelling up with anger, her eyes were about three times the usual size, and inside of her was a ball of rage. I looked at her with a dull face and no emotion was shown in my eyes, that was how I looked on the daily. There was no point of feeling scared as I put up with this almost everyday.

Her hand swiped across my face, leaving a red mark that stings a little. Hot tears begun to form in my eyes, I wasn't scared, I was angry. Because this woman in front of me stole everything from me; Dad, my house, my happiness and everything that possibly mattered to me. I despise her above everything and everyone.

It hurts, but I am used to it. I don't care anymore.