Rain

By: Dara Wulf

It's raining today. Maybe that's why my future looks so bleak. Everything is dark and seems so oppressive.

It's cold here now, far colder than where I grew up…or maybe it's just my feelings that are making me feel this way. At this point I know not to rule anything out, nor do I care for the reason why it feels so cold. I just want my shaking to stop.

It's hard to lift myself up enough to see through the bars. Maybe if I look outside I can wipe away the memories of everything that's been done to me here. Maybe I can wipe away the memories of the beatings and the smell of burning flesh. Maybe I can erase the memories of pain and push back the black cloak of despair that threatens to turn me back into a mindless puppet. Maybe, if I look outside, I can bring myself to hope for escape.

It's hard to breathe in here. The thick stink of pain and blood is all around me. I try not to breathe through my nose, so I don't pass out again. Breathing through my mouth is no better though, because then I taste the horrible acts that unfolded here. I just want one cool breath of fresh air. Maybe that will purge my being of this smell.

It's hard not to think of the last time I was in a place like this. I was just a child who'd lost his mother to an illness she wouldn't have gotten if he hadn't been born. I hated myself for a long time. I was a monster who had killed my mother. A beast that was put in a cage because it was unfit to be around people. An abomination that should have been killed the moment it was born. A nothing. I was told this every day and it seeped into my mind like a poison. I never thought I'd find a cure…but I did.

She's sweet and kind. She doesn't think less of me because I'm part of two worlds but not allowed in either. She takes care of me when I'm hurt. She sooths me when I'm sad. Her very presence calms the viscous blood thirsty beast inside me that demands to be sated. She makes others see that there is good in me and, most importantly, she makes me see that there's good in myself. She makes me see that I'm not a monster but a person that deserves to love and be loved.

Maybe, if I get out of here, I'll tell her how much she means to me and how thankful I am to have her by my side…but until then I'll wait in this dark and cold room where it's hard to move and breathe and try not to think of my past. Instead, I'll think of her and patiently wait until the rain stops and the light shines through this tiny barred window. I'll wait until I find that light that leads me on the rain soaked road back to her.

AN~ This was just a scene that popped into my head because my mom said "When is this rain going to stop?" It made me think of Inuyasha and what would happen if Naraku caught him and tried to turn him into a puppet but failed so he kept him locked up and hoped to beat him into submission. It's not a great scene, other people could have done better, but I'm proud of myself. I hope you enjoyed it. If you did review and tell me what you liked about it. If not, still review and tell me why you didn't like it. I enjoy feedback and it helps so I know how to make my writing better. Which you all benefit from.

~Dara Wulf