Chapter two
Thunderstorms and Dark Places.
Izaya Orihara
Age: 3
Hair color: Raven black
Eye color: Red
Gender: Female
Izaya was about to fall asleep, if it hadn't been for the flash of lightning and loud roll of thunder. Causing the young girl to jump up in her bed. Her red eyes snapping open in fear of a new noise.
Izaya gripped her bed sheets and glanced up at her window. It was dark only for a moment before the lightning and thunder struck again causing her this time to squeak. Izaya pulled the bed covers over her head in attempt to block it out. Only it didn't work.
It was just a blanket, and the lightning easily shinned through the thin fabric. When the thunder cracked again this one seemed to make the windows shake making the girl shriek again. This time she jumped from her bed and ran to her parent's room despite the time.
"Mommy!" she cried pushing the door open and running over to her mother's side of the bed.
Thunder rolled over the house. She flinched and gripped the sheets and pulled on them. "M-Mommy~" she whimpered. Her mother groaned slightly, and opened her eyes glancing over at her daughter.
"What? What do you want?" she asked blinking her eyes and forcing herself awake.
"C-Can I sleep in your bed?" she asked red eyes wide.
"What? Why?" her mother growled annoyed as she began to sit up.
"I-"thunder cracked, interrupting her words. She yelped and began to climb in the bed and move to her mother's side.
At first, her mother simply let her, that was until her husband had woken and noticed.
"What the hell is this?" he snapped half asleep.
". . She's-" she stopped then corrected herself. She had almost forgotten that they had agreed to raise her up as a boy. "He-He's scared of the thunder." Her mother murmured.
Her father narrowed his eyes. "Izaya." He said voice stern. "What have we told you?"
Izaya stiffened. She'd been told that boys are to not be scared of anything.
"Th-that boys are to be brave." She murmured.
"That's right."
Thunder rumbled, she flinched and gripped her mother's shirt.
"Izaya, are you scared?" he asked.
She was going to shake her head no, but when thunder rolled louder than before the squeaked then quickly nodded her head.
"Well then.. I know how to fix that." He said as the bed shifted. Showing that he was getting up.
The man moved around the side of the bed and grabbed Izaya by her arm and pride her away from her mother.
"D-Daddy?" she whimpered nervously as he began pulling her to a corner of the room. At first she didn't know what he was doing. But then she saw him open one of the doors to their closet. She stiffened and she quickly looked back at her mother; who watched from her bed. Saying and doing nothing for her daughter who was shoved into the closet.
"MOMMY!" she shrieked, eyes wide as her father slammed the closet door closed. "Mommy help me!" she begged, warm tears rolling down her cheeks. "Please!" Izaya began banging her fists on the door of the closet. "I'm scared, mommy! Let me out! Please!"
Izaya cried and pleaded for what felt like hours, no word came from either of her parents.
And it had been hours.
She wasn't let out until she stopped her; what her parents called it, 'Over reactive' cries. That had lasted for hours, long after the storm passed.
Her parents asked her, "Are you scared?" when she was let out.
To tell the truth, Izaya had ben terrified. But she knew better then to tell them that now. She shook her head no.
End of chapter Two.