Something I wrote for a class that I changed a bit. Don't know who I'm writing about. It's up to you to decide. Enjoy.
It was raining. Not a downpour, where you couldn't see two feet in front of you. Not a rainstorm with booming thunder and flashing lightning. This rain wasn't the kind of rain that sent shivers down her spine and got her heart pumping with its ferocity. She loved that kind of rain. It made her feel alive.
But this wasn't that kind of storm. No. This was a sad rain. It was a rain that was more of a drizzle than a storm. It was the type of rain that made her depressed and brought back the memories she'd rather forget. The type of rain that made her want to close her eyes and never wake up. The kind of rain that made her feel dead.
She stared out the window watching the shades of gray cover the town in the proper colors to morn all the lives she hadn't saved.
Sighing, she let the curtain fall back into place as she turned around and headed back towards her bed. If she was going to think all the sad, dark, or just depressing thoughts that she had kept bottled up inside her for the rest of the day, she was going to do it where she was comfortable. As she lied back on her pillows with the blanket pulled up so it rested just below her chin, her eyes finally closed and the tears finally fell. Tears for people she had lost, for those she had let down, for the life she could never have.
She didn't get up that day. And everyone left her alone. She wasn't getting out of bed. Because if she was going to spend the rest of the day acting weak and sobbing her heart out, at least no one would be able to see her do it.
