The storm pounded away at the glass window as the girl remained unaware. As the battle of thunder, rain, and lightning raged overhead the cold, dark room seemed more imprisoning than ever. She didn't like it there at all, she never had. All she ever had wanted to do was runaway, escape, be free from this living nightmare. With that thought, a huge bolt of lighting streaked across the sky, finally turning her attention to the tiny window in the cramped room. She concentrated all her energy on the wall in front of her, watching it crumble in her mind and hoping entirely it really would. The rage was succumbing her. She was tired of how they treated her. She was tired of the forlorn hope that someone would come for her. She was tired of being mocked and ridiculed. She was tired of being beaten and punished for other's crimes. She was tired of her questions being unanswered. With a howl of rage, the entire building shook in the coming storm. The wind picked up and tore up everything. A huge earthquake rocked the place the wretched place that was keeping her captive. She could here the other children in the orphanage cry and scream at the pure power behind the storm. The thunder boomed and crackled with tremendous force as the lightning danced across the sky. The rain picked up to a new level of intense and beat down on top the building demanding to be let in. She laughed as the wall crumbled in front of her. She stepped out into the rain and ran leaving all of it behind. The lightning almost seem to dance around her as she left all her misery behind and continued into the dark stormy night.
A/N: I got bored. It is stormy. Thus, this was born. Like it? Hate it? I don't care but at least tell me. Will be continued if anyone wants me to. All spelling/grammar mistakes courtesy of: my new netbook (mini laptop) hates me and won't run spell check.