I slammed my apartment door shut and slid down it's rough wood, finding myself facing what I have tried so hard to forget; it was raining.
Oh yes, joyous rain that pitter-pattered throughout the humid streets and sought refuge on this fateful day of June. I should be excited, summer's here which means plenty of storms to watch and report about. That's right, I did it, I'm a meteorologist now, it's my job to let everyone know what's happening outside, like they can't simply peer out a window and use their perfectly fine observational skills.
I let out an exasperating sigh. What am I doing with my life? What DO I want to do? Hospitals just wouldn't cut it, my medical license suspended, so I decided to take up weather for the sake of my deceased mother (may she rest in peace)…
"Mommy whattya doin?" I asked anxiously, my 5-year-old eyes wondering to the window from which my mother peered out. She took a long sip of her beer.
"Lookin' at storms, Sara. Ain't the lightnin pretty?"
"I guess so," I replied, glancing at the beer bottle.
I remember always asking myself why she drank so much back then. And even now.
Meteorology's ok, besides the boring winters of snow, snow, and, more snow. Maybe, just maybe, I'd like to save up enough money and move somewhere nice and new, somewhere I can start a new life, a new identity, not the one I've had to drag along with me like a whining child who wants it's way in a crowded supermarket.
I rubbed my hand over my soaked face. It really was only a few years ago when the love of my life left me for good. Turns out he fell for the one woman who wanted him so badly put back behind bars, and eventually sided with him in an attempt to save what she supposedly believed in. Julian, I believe. She was replaced after Mahone was thrown in jail and after Michael broke out of Sona. I waited for him where he told me to, but he never showed up…
How dare he lie and tell me he loved me? It tore at me like a thousand tiny daggers that I could never stop. I loved him. I thought he loved me… but I guess I was wrong – again.
Good riddens, she can have him for all I care. He ruined my life, and I hope she ruins his.
Nah, that's too mean.
Well, not really…
Maybe I should take Laina's advice and go out on a date once in a while, free my head from such disastrous thoughts that could lead me down that cold, yet refreshing druggy life. She'd know what's best for me, seeing as we've been best friends since the whole Sona misadventure. And she was an addict too.
Which brings me to this fateful day, and even the skies know it as they spewed out the remnants of a severe thunderstorm down at our pitiful city. Slowly getting up from my comfortable spot, I made my way to my bedroom and began to get ready for a date that would seem to take years to get over with.
Where's that damn towel…