I settled down into my bed, ready for sleep, when… CRASH!!!!!
There was a loud boom outside my window.
I bit my lip, knowing that a thunder storm had begun.
I put the covers over my head, and sighed.
'This is gonna be a long night,' I thought, just as another boom was heard.
I have had a terrible fear of thunder storms ever since I was a baby. The loud noises, the rain. Everything but the lightning. I couldn't see it, so what was there to fear?
No one was home but me, of course. I usually had a friend staying with me when these storms hit. But, not tonight, it seems.
BOOM!
I screamed, for this boom was very loud. The phone rang, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I picked it up on the third ring.
"Hello?" I asked quietly, my voice shaking.
"Toph, it's Sokka. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, Sokka. I'm perfect." I said sarcastically.
Sokka heard my tone. I was trying to sound brave, but even HE knew about the fear.
"Look, I'll be over there in a few minutes, okay?"
Another boom, a scream that I muffled to sound like a hiccup. "Okay."
We hung up, and I waited.
After what seemed like FOREVER, I could hear the front door open. Sokka knew where the spare key was, so he must've unlocked the door.
"Toph, it's me. Open the door." He said calmly. I got up form the bed, and slowly made my way to the door, then opened it.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." I tried to sound cool, but then, another boom. I jumped, and buried my head in his chest.
Sokka wrapped his arms around me, and led me over to the bed.
"Wait right here." He started rummaging through my desk, and pulled out my Ipod.
He put the headphones in my ear.
"The music will block out the thunder." Then, he turned it on.
'Tourniquet' by Evanescence began to play.
I
tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
so much more
I
lay dying
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm
dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be
saved
am I too lost?
my
God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my
tourniquet
return to me salvation
do you remember me
lost
for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget
me
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to
be saved
am I too lost?
my God my tourniquet
return to
me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
I want to die!!!
my God my tourniquet
return to me
salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my
wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will I
be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide
A few songs later, and Sokka pulled one of the headphones out of my ears.
"Storm's gone."
I took the other headphone out of my ear, and listened. No noise came from outside, except for a few drops of raid hitting my window.
"Thanks, Sokka." I gave him a little punch to the arm.
"No problem, Toph." He said, he put his hand on my head, and patted me like Aang does to his dog, Appa.
I gave him another good punch on the other arm, and he actually squeaked. Me, back to fearless Toph, laughed at him. Then, he tackled me, and we wrestled.
AUTHORSNOTE!!!!: Okay, I know, I'm writing two stories that have gotten no inspiration, and know I write THIS garbage? A bit of OOC Tokka there, but I tried!!!!!
And, come on, Toph HAS to have fears. She hates flying, cause she can't see. And, come ON! For all of us Tokka shippers… who WOULDN'T like to have Sokka come over and stay with you until the storm passes, then WRESTLE with him!!!!! Anyways, Me no own Avatar, just this story. Me no own song, either.