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Hi, my name is Allie
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 | Flows of The Rainfall [02] |
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 4.76 with 17 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-11-19 20:09:00 |
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[For those of you, who haven't read the first part, here you go:]
[01] (A little RECAP)
It was written bold and clear, and it was directing in the room I was in. I knew where I was, I was in a hospital. I finally recognized the tubes connected into my body attached to mechanical devices. I saw the rate of my heartbeats, and a cylinder of fluid passing by as well as blood.
I felt stiff, and weighty. My eyes were red and swollen, my hair was cluttered, and my palms wrapped around with a heavy cast. I swathed my face with my hands as I felt the dark, circled bags below my eyes.
I exhale noisily, while moistening my dry lips with my saliva. I felt like I’ve been lying down for centuries. I couldn’t move.
“Allie!” I heard a female voice shout in worried excitement. It was my mom. She ran into the room making raucous noises as she drove force while opening the door.
She settled down sitting on the white bed next to me.
“You’re awake,” she whispered very softly while cold tears dripped down from her watery eyes. “I love you, honey.” She softly said.
“I love you too, mom.” I told her back, it was almost like I was mouthing it instead of saying it. I felt the pain gush through the streaming trails of tears in her eyes. She was destroyed. Most of it was her heart.
She embraced me, in a sudden motion as I did too. I wanted to ask her about the…funeral but I didn’t want her to cry any more, than she was now.
I felt her quivering as she cried harder. I felt the tears drop on my shoulder, while she was still hugging me.
I began to shed tears as well, as I sensed the sensitive tears trickle down my bruised cheeks. I couldn’t stop holding her close to me. It just hurt to let go of her. I opened my eyes tranquilly hugging her. I saw the rain like a watercourse, swiftly running down slamming harder than usual along sided the unbreakable glass.
I shut my eyes again as additional tears tumbled down. “Where’s dad?” I questioned silently. She made thunderous noises as those noises formed into a million streaming snuffles. “He-he-he…” She wasn’t able to finish. She whimpered some more agonizingly. I let her cry some more, until she was ready. I was afraid to hear what she was going to say.
“He-he’s—he’s gone…” She finally managed. The moment she finished her horrifying sentence, the rain instantaneously stopped, utterly.
[02]
I let go of her immediately. She embarked on crying all over again from the beginning. I was traumatized, fuming full of anger and gloominess. Moans of misery began to ache from the bottom of my stomach to the top of my mouth letting out a groaning cry. My tears just kept coming and coming. They wouldn’t stop, they just couldn’t. I felt my heart in the left side flouting apart as they rammed down and disbanded away. It was gone, I was gone.
My face glowed red as I kept snuffling in air caused by the tremendous crying I was doing. Each time I wiped the tears away it just kept streaming back down. My cheeks became rough from brushing the tears off each time, even though they already had bruises on them.
“It’s….okay….” My mom gushed still unable to speak properly from whimpering so much. I didn’t comment on what she just said, because it wasn’t okay. My father, he’s gone! How possibly can I feel like its okay? It’s utterly, literally and absolutely clear that it hurts so much I can start vomiting out tears!
I was so depressed and angry at what my mom just said I managed to speak through the blubbering.
“Mom…how could you ever say that it’s okay?” I began raising my voice. “My dad! He’s gone. Done, forever!” I shouted through heavily powerful tears.
“If you knew how much it hurts me, you would’ve never said that!” I bellowed again even louder that the nurses doubtlessly heard me. Even though my voice wasn’t understandable (because of my weeping) I kept shouting.
The last sentence I told my mother would’ve hurt her a lot. I do regret what I just said, but it upset me a lot.
She tried to hush me, while she saw a nurse gazing around to see where the clamor was coming from.
“I’m sorry…I loved your father too, but some things just happen.” She told me as she swabbed her water worked up tears away.
I, on the other hand was still crying my heart out. I was only eighteen, and my father had recently died early at dawn. Furthermore I didn’t even know how and why it happened and it was all because of Daemon.
My mom was about to say something but, a nurse walked in and interrupted.
“You’re Allie Walkers, am I right?” She asked, holding a clip board. I nodded my head slowly, not howling out loud but still tears swelling up in my eyes.
She smiled, and stride over to a white cabinet and grabbed a needle package from there. While she was preparing a needle shot, my mother wiped her hands on her jeans and smirked a bit. Then she studied my face and walked out.
I closed my eyes, weeping quietly.
“Okay, so if you could hold your arm out please?” She asked politely as she pricked her index finger on the tip of the needle. I quickly mopped the streaming tracks of tears with my sleeve, and shrugged them up for her to prod the needle through.
I squinted my eyes as more tears shredded down my cheeks. No matter how much I was afraid of needles even though I’m not five, it didn’t bother me. The reason for that was my dad’s issue hurt more than anything.
She dug it deep inside then drew it out of my skin as she directly dabbed it with a cotton ball and stripped it on with tape. As soon as it pulled out of my body I passed out on the bed involuntarily.
A couple of hours later I woke up. The nurse told me not to worry, and that the needle was supposed to make me unconsciously fall. Either way I wasn’t worried about it.
My dry tears turned wet again when I awoke.
The nurse placed a plate of salad, and orange juice. I didn’t eat, neither did I want to. I turned my head to the left facing the door as dripping tears fell off my face splashing to the ground. The door creaked open, as I saw Daemon’s face appear.
I slowly got up, off the bed as more tears hurled up in my eyes creating partial blurs. I felt weak and soft but yet I felt angry.
“Daemon…” I spoke softly as I walked closer to him. “Why?” I began as I slowly sponged the tears off with my sleeves. “Why didn’t you tell me, about my dad?” I asked more loudly. He didn’t answer, he just looked down. He seemed frustrated displayed by his creased forehead.
He pressed his lips creating a line, in aggravation. “Daemon, tell me!” I shouted, “you think you have a right to not tell me that…my father’s dead?!” I yelled at the top of my voice.
“Allie!” He hushed as his deep voice, huskily hollered. I stopped shouting rapidly when he called my name. I turned around facing my back to him. I began slicing tears as they formed a trace running down my face.
“Allie, I’m sorry.” He said apologetically, as he strides closer placing his palm on my shoulder.
“Don’t talk to me…” I murmured as I sucked in a breath. “I didn’t tell you because…” He sighed vastly, “Because…I’m sorry I just can’t tell you.” He finally said.
“Why not?!” I yelled. “He’s my dad! Why are you doing this?!” I bawled at him as I stretched my hands in the air with wrath.
“I promised myself and a friend that…I wouldn’t tell.” He replied simply. I held my breath hoping that I would run out of air and die. That isn’t ever going to happen, so I exhaled.
“Daemon, please!” I begged him awfully. “Why are you torturing me like this?!” I said while falling down to my knees.
I landed onto the floorboards as my legs plunged down smacking against it. I just felt and had a sense to die and to not bother living if my hopes are coming to an end. Life is a dream and if your dream dies you die. My father told me that, and now since he’s gone so is my dream.
“Allie, I’ll tell you one thing…I know who killed your father.” He said as he left the room.
I was completely shocked by the last thing I heard. My mouth fell open as it grabbed oxygen into my mouth. My eyes budged open as my tears stopped moving. But the strangest thing of all was the rain had without more ado, started to pour massive amounts of water. |
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