Warnings: The only warning I can give you is that I rated this what I did for implications of and scenes of violence.
Happy news: This is my first shot at at KakaRin story. I really hope you like it.
It was four o'clock in the morning.
Rain beat down relentlessly, threatening to break the window Rin was now staring out of. Now, normally her mood was all sweet and nice, but right now, the bad weather was counteracting any happiness she could muster up.
That's so tragic, she noted sadly, watching the farmer and his wife, who were on the adjacent side of the road, rush around, trying to get all the ripe vegetables they could to save them from the lashing rain.
I guess bad things just have to happen to some people to make life interesting.
That thought depressed her almost to the point of tears. But that's when she heard the sound of a baby crying nearby.
Where's that terrible cry coming from? she thought, painfully aware of the fact that the cry had to be hauntingly close to her house if she could hear the baby scream. Are the poor baby's parents even listening to its pain?!
She shook her head, disgusted with the fact that that was actually a possibility.
Suddenly, a new note of panic and sense of abandonment entered the baby's gruesome symphony.
Okay, that sound like the baby is really, really close. Where the heck is it coming from?
She moved away from the window, and slammed the door of the bathroom closed behind her. She quickly went over to the sink, turned the faucet on, them waited 'til their was enough water to cover her whole head. She pulled it out, hoping the baby's shriek had all just been another abusive hallucination.
But she could still hear the crying. And for some reason, the sound was even louder somehow.
Okay, is someone stalking me in my own house with a distressed baby just to be sadistic?
That freaked her out so much, she actually had to run to the toilet to release everything she had eaten that day.
No, she told herself calmly. They wouldn't have been able to get passed me.
She sighed, shaking her heads in annoyance at herself. You're ridiculous! she rebuked herself, followed by, I must be reading way too many thriller books. They're really starting to effect me.
But, she'd be lying if she said that the seemingly louder sound of the baby's cry wasn't interesting her a bit.
She moved out of the bathroom, and back into the room she had been in a moment previous. The crying was even louder than it had been before when she had been in room the first time.
She had to fight a strange feeling of excitement, in spite of the dire situation.
Weird. This is exactly like the plot of a thriller I'd read. So strange.
But, at that moment in time, she had no way of knowing how strange it would get.