Storms

(Hey everyone, this is my first time writing a darker fic, so hopefully it's not too bad.)

A burst of thunder. The screaming you knew was coming. The front door slamming open. Your bare feet slapping painfully against the wet concrete as you run towards them, knowing in your heart that you're too late to save them. You trip and fall. Gazing up through your tears and the rain that inhibits your eyesight, you see the wreckage only inches away. You see paramedics arriving and relax as your vision fades to black.

You wake up, quickly biting your lip to keep from screaming. The effort is futile, you realize, as you find yourself alone again. The dream slowly comes back to you, and you can't help it. You start crying again. A flash of lightning interrupts your mourning. You look out the window to see it pouring outside, the moonlight glittering off the droplets of rain as they stream down the glass. You remember when he came by during a storm for the first time...

*Flashback

It was raining, and every flash of lightning or boom of thunder made you curl deeper under the blankets. You had tears streaming down your face and you were begging it to stop. Suddenly, your bed shifts slightly. The covers are pulled off you as you're gathered into a warm. strong embrace. He comforted you, rocked you back and forth until it was over. After, you had looked up at him, still in his lap. You stared at each other for a while until he slowly bent his head down and kissed you softly.

That was the first time he kissed you.

*End Flashback

Scowling at the window, you quickly shut the curtains, casting the room into total darkness. You sit there for a while, listening to the rain and getting angrier and angrier by the second. A boom of thunder, and you snap. Screaming profanities and unintelligible words, you go into a rampage, breaking everything in sight. You only stop when you feel a burning on your arms. Looking down, you see you're bleeding heavily from various broken pieces of furniture and knickknacks around your home.

You head to the bathroom to clean yourself up, but stop and head to the study instead. Picking up a pen, you scribble something on your notepad and tear it off. Folding it up, you bring it into the bathroom and set it on the sink. Then you head over to the tub and sit in it, not bothering to take off your black nightgown. Carefully, you pick out the bits and pieces until you come to a particularly sharp chunk of blue glass.

You pull it out like the others, but hold on to it a bit longer. As you're about to put it down, you stop. Looking down at your legs, you realize they don't have any damage from your fit earlier. Before you realize what you're doing, you drag the shard down your left leg, leaving a long, red gash down to your knee. You stare at it a bit, watching as the blood oozes out. You do the same to your other leg, and the many more times after, reveling in the physical pain as it takes your mind off the mental wound that hurts so much worse. You realize how much you miss his blue hair and eyes, the tinkling laughter...everything.

As you feel yourself slipping away, your gaze falls on the note on the counter, and you know it was best to keep it short and to the point. You couldn't write more that that anyway. You leave this world at 1:53 am, on the day your husband and kids died in a terrible car crash, leaving you with only your parents, who died a week later when they were flying to see you and arrange the funeral. With no friends or family to help you through this, you knew this was the option you were going to choose eventually.

And after all, your world was shattered in a thunderstorm, it's only fitting that you go in one as well.

(Wow...this took a way different direction than it originally was...I'll have to write the original, it'll be happy, I promise.)