Drained
FLASH! One…Two…Three…Four…BAM! The thunder crashed as loud as if you had your ear up to a speaker, and the music was up full blast. Although it was only noon, the clouds made the sky look as black as the night. The sky was also as black as her heart, and just as cold.
She picked up a picture of him and sat on the bed, just as another lightning bolt struck the ground. As she hugged the picture close to her chest, her tears began to fall. They fell onto the glass frame, as hard as the raindrops were hugging the ground.
As the rain continued to pour down, she cried harder than ever. She wondered what the sun had done wrong, because it had to go away. She wondered what she had done wrong to make him go away. However, she felt there was a difference. The sun would eventually come back and everything would be the same. Whereas he would not come back and nothing would be as it was before.
If only she could erase the clouds, like she could on the chalkboard at school. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, making all the colours of the world disappear. Instead of blues, yellows, pinks and greens, it was grey and brown, like in the old black and white movies she used to watch with him. Even the colour of her once bright, brown sparkling eyes was gone. They were black now.
The door t her dark room opened, letting a beam of light through. Her mother, who had lost most of her colour as well, walked in and sat on the once purple bedspread. She looked at her daughter, whose long hair was covering her face, and she herself began to cry for her child's pain and suffering. The girl sat up and her mother held her so tight, as if she was holding on for dear life. She knew her mother felt for her and began to cry again, getting her mother's velvet blouse all wet. As they lay down holding hands, the girl looked out the window and sighed.
And for the first time in a long time, she spoke. "Mommy, look." in an attempt to show her mother that she was not alone. Her mother was shocked at her daughter; she had not spoken since the incident. "What honey?" She took her mothers hand and led her to the window. "The sky must miss Daddy as much as we do. It's crying." For once, she smiled, because she and the sky now shared a secret. She knew that if the rain would go away, so would their tears and pain, someday. And maybe, just maybe, some colour would come back into their lives.
The End