The rain pounded at the window angrily, as though it wanted nothing more than to ruin my sleep. I heard a creaking door, an unusual sound this late at night. I pulled myself out of bed and walked downstairs. I saw the figure of my father framed in the doorway. Realization dawned on me. "Daddy!" I screamed, but it was to late. Without looking back, my father walked out of the room, never to return.
I awoke with a sharp pain cutting across my forehead. I rolled out of bed, rubbing my forehead in an effort to make my head stop hurting. I knew I wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight anyway.
The house was completely dark, with only the sound of my mother's deep breathing. I knew that it was no where near time to get up, as she was always up by 5:30 (crazy mothers). I crept down the stair as quietly as I could so I wouldn't wake her up. I knew the layout of my house by heart, so I was successfully able to walk across the room and light a candle in the dark. As the candle illuminated the empty room, I couldn't help but remember my dream. The worst part of my dream, however, was that it was completely true. I was only 6 then, but I remembered it like it was yesterday.
I fought back the tears that threatened to fall down on my face. I am Aria, I insisted, and I never cry. Your too strong for that. I used the candlelight to light up the inside of the cupboard. "Crap," I muttered to no one in particular as I noticed there was no tea left. I debated about going to grandfather's shop, but it was probably to early anyway. I sighed and flopped down by the bookshelf. I might as well read if I was to be stuck awake all night.