The Rain Cries

Chapter Two

A reverie

~''a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts.''

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About a year and a half ago,

I started having these problems. At first they were as small as just headaches and migraines. But then it started getting worse. I felt it pounding.

Repeatedly.

But as soon as my head touched that pillow,

I was fine.

The only peculiar thing was, ever since these incidents have been occurring, I find myself having these strange dreams.

Every time I had entered this state of mind,

this place,

inside of my head,

I saw a door.

It was wooden and looked like it had been tampered with.

Strangely, there was always nothing behind it.

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Memory.

Such a useless thing.

If one had no memory one couldn't experience the sadness and hardships that they went through, no?

But then again. How about all those precious memories?

From the day your baby brother was born

to the day the love of your life slips a ring onto your finger.

Wouldn't all those bad memories be worth it?

Yes?

Well think again.

But what if we had no trail. Not a speck.

Not even a drop of this memory.

Would we even be able to live? Would we be moving robots? Would life even matter to us anymore? Would it truly be of value?

But most importantly,

Would we be scared?

And what of you say?

Of death?

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" I remember!"

"I remember what it said!"

She exclaimed happily. Jumping from her bed once again.

Looking around for her book on her desk. Her peculiar book.

As soon as her skin comes into contact with the desk, she stills.

Her smile fading from her face.

And no it wasn't because the book wasn't there.

She was just thinking...

Since when did she have a desk?

And since when was her "desk" made out of wood? Then again,

Since when was any part of her house made out of wood?

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Soft melodious tunes continue to play as the porcelain doll that once lay on the wooden splintered floor now lay on the soft cushion white of the wooden bed.

The only difference?

She was now awake.

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"So, you're sure... He had blue eyes?

I mean its not abnormal but... "

The girl with two swinging braids started ranting on and on about the rendezvous that her dear friend had upon entering her school that morning.

Her cheeks,

covered in freckles and her eyes shone an emerald green.

The grin that was plastered on her face made it evident that she was full of excitement.

And why you say?

Her dear friend had taken an interest in someone!

And that too...

a boy.