Lavender Gray

Intro

Rain lightly pattered against my bedroom window. I watched contently as the raindrops raced down the glass. The skies were for the most part blue, save for the few rainclouds that hung overhead. The trees looked greener than usual and the wildlife was bustling, unbothered by the few pellets of rain that fell against the earth. I sighed as I took in the view that I had grown so familiar with over the past six years since my adoption. My room was the place I felt that I could truly be myself. Where I could let go and cry, laugh, draw, or just admire nature itself without having to worry about the calculating and judging stares of people in the outside world. This was my safe space and now I was leaving it all behind to start over.

I picked up the last box of my belongings and left the now vacant room. My parents had been waiting outside in the car while the movers loaded in the last of our living room furniture. My mother was the first to notice me and she smiled warmly. "Hey, sweetheart. You holding up okay?" she asked when I had finally reached them. I smiled back and nodded. My father rested his arms on both our shoulders and sighed. "Today is the day, huh. We finally get out of this shithole of a town."

"Honey! Language, please." My mother said as she smacked his arm, which earned her an overly dramatic 'ouch' from her husband though I doubt her tiny hands did much damage. I chuckled and shook my head. The two were always like this. They were practically made for each other. They were also pretty damn good looking if you asked me. My mom had wild fiery red hair and warm chocolate eyes with a smile that could kill and a big heart made her the most beautiful woman I have ever met. My father was also a sight for sore eyes. He had short jet black hair with blue eyes to match. He was pretty well built and had sharp features and despite him looking quite cold, he was a giant goofball. The two of them combined made the perfect parents and I honestly couldn't imagine life without them. They saved me from the darkness that surrounded me and embraced me for who, or rather what, I was.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a light touch on my shoulder. It was my mother. "Everything is loaded onto the truck now. Are you ready?" I looked at her and my dad next to each other and then at the house I once called my home. I let out a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah. I'm ready."