I woke with a start at the sound of rumbling thunder. Rain patted on the roof lightly, but the sky was violent with roaring clouds. I couldn't remember the past night, mostly because it had been the same as the past few months: bleak and lifeless. I couldn't remember the last time I had left my house, oh wait, yes I could. But I try not to think about that anymore. My body felt stiff and sore from laying in bed all day, but I was used to the feeling by now. I regestered that it was late in the morning, and my hand automattically went up to my face, wiping away the dried tears from the previous night. I no longer had dreams of death. My dreams were much worse these days. The memories played through my mind on repeat through out the …show more content…
I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking what I was thinking. The decision was already made, and I suppose it has been made since the moment he decided to leave me on my own. I slowly opened the window, careful not to make a sound, then climbed out. The air was cold, but it felt nice. The smoke of the chimney rose from the brick channel, evaporating imminently upon contact with the chilled air. A frozen breeze swept against the surface of my skin, chilling me to the bone. I shuddered and pulled my knees closer to my chin. My cold arms around wrapped around my bare legs, not caring enough about my current self being to regret wearing nothing but a sly pair of shorts and tank top out in this weather. My eyes followed the clear droplets as they fell down to earth, touched my skin, then vanished, which most things in my life seemed to do. Morning would approach soon, meaning the occupants of my once home would awaken soon, noticing my absence when they're sure to check in on me, just as they always do first thing. They thought I'd been asleep all those times they'd sneak into my room at the crack of dawn. They didn't know that I knew they would wait, watching for my breathing, making sure that I was still alive. They thought I hadn't heard them quietly enter my room during the nights, watching me, switching off between my mom, Aunt Christie, and even David. They didn't know that I had felt their eyes on me all
As I took my first step out of the doorway, I felt the ice below my feet and heard the wind whispering in
The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .
Soon the moonlight illuminated the scenery. As I was standing on the balcony admiring the scenery something finally went wrong, a huge black cloud covered the moon. I soon heard the thunder. It seemed to be nothing to worry about, so I didn’t acknowledge it. A few hours later the thunder grew louder and I could see the flashes of lightning headed our way. I went inside to inform my parents of the weather, but they didn’t seem to worry about it much until the cloud was almost over the lodge. My family and I left the reception alone while everyone else stayed in cover; they were the smart ones I thought.
I took my suit jacket off and hastily shoved it into my backpack. I smiled as the air hit my body and started to dry the sweat that had gathered from wearing the suit jacket for three hours. Looking outside I saw what I expected. The grey lifeless clouds of the English winter hung over us and the almost freezing temperatures,
The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair.
“Mama, cover doors and windows. Everyone go to the bedroom, and put your masks on,” I directed, calmly. When I got to the bedroom, everyone was huddled around each other, with a white cloth on their face. Suddenly, the room became dark. You could hear the heavy breathing of everyone in the room, yet you couldn’t see anyone. The storm felt like it lasted for days, but only really lasted a few minutes. When I got back to the dining room table, I saw a letter on the table from the bank.
During therapy phase of mental disorders, individuals tend to dream of lost loved ones, and dead persons getting back to life. However this is a sign of health gain. .
Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,
I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.
slowly wake up from my nightmare. It was about my mom’s death again, and I’ve been having
I woke up, like a corpse rises from the grave, my bloodshot eyes flooded with tears. The cool air lulled my throat, dissipating the faint memory of a raging fire and loathsome vultures
It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.
My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex-lover’s. After all eternity doesn’t wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises “don’t do it”. I turn in circles to find someone but in its leave was nothing. “ I know” I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in the half empty closet.
As my family and I pulled into my grandparent’s driveway, my eyes gazed upon the endless rows of cars parked on the frozen lawn. The familiar crunch of snow underneath tires echoed throughout the car as my father parked next to the other cars. Once the car door opened, the brisk, fresh air nipped at my nose. My siblings and I darted to the front porch of my grandparent’s house trying to escape the cold. With rosy cheeks and frozen hands, I stepped in to the small yet cozy entryway. Endless conversations between the sea of people in the house erupted before me. Sitting on the rustic wooden bench, I tugged off my
A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.