When Rain Falls (UNDER REVISION)

When Rain Falls ~ Chapter 6

Chapter 6           

            Everything was so white. I was surrounded by white. Everywhere was just a blank colorless space that went on for miles, or it seemed like it did anyway.

            "That's a beautiful necklace, honey, promise me that you won't take it off?" a sweet, feminine voice spoke. I whipped around and saw glowing auburn hair like my own. Her honey colored eyes met my unique ones.

            "Mom?" I asked, unconvinced that she stood before my eyes.

            "Promise me, Isa," she spoke again.           

            "I promise, Mom. What are you doing here? Am I dreaming?" I asked. She simply smiled a warm familiar smile, one that had faded in my mind over the years. A warm, comforting feeling spread through me.

            "There are many questions I'm sure you have, but I can't answer them. You'll have to figure them out on your own. For if I tell you those answers, you won't believe me," she told me. I was slightly offended.

            "Of course I'd believe you! You're my mother!" I told her.

            "But in the morning you'd think that it was just a silly dream and ignore everything I would tell you," she replied.

            "I will believe you," I insisted.

            "Even if I told you," she began, "you're mind is a open place, Isa. It's not the safest place to keep valuable answers."

            What is that suppose to mean? I wondered.

             "Come with me," she said, as she held her hand out to me.

I slowly grasped her warm familiar hand, and suddenly our surroundings changed. It was raining outside. I looked around and saw a little girl staring out the window, as a little boy tugged on her hair.

            Her auburn hair. I thought. That little girl, that was me. The little boy was….was Luke! We were in my memory. I was on the outside, looking in. So…I was watching this as if I it was a show on television.

"Mommy, can I go play in the rain?" little me asked, my young piercing eyes begging her.

"No, Isa. I don't want you catching a cold," my mom said, sternly. Little me kept begging her and each time she did she would shake her naturally fiery auburn hair swaying with her head shaking. A grumpy me, settled to just watching rain drops fall on the window. My young eyes following each raindrop that fell on the window.

"Bellbell, I'm bored," complained little Luke. He was ignored, while little me watched as the rain fell.  

"Luke, why don't we drive you home. It looks like a sudden storm is coming and I'm sure you mother would prefer it, if you were with her," my mom started, "Come on, Isa, you can join us, we have to go pick up you fathers medicine afterwards,"  

"Okie dokie artichokie," My little self, ran towards the garage door, with Luke following close behind her.

            I was so focused on my memory playing in front of me that I forgot my mom was standing next to me watching it as well. She smiled at me again, and held out her hand to me again. We were taken inside the car.

            The car….I thought. The accident!

            "Dad! Stop! There's going to be an accident! Turn around!" I screamed. But my dad never flinched.