Heavy Rain 2: Black and White
Day One
Chapter 3: Ceraunophobia
Pushing the covers down further, I could finally feel my entire body was covered in the painfully obvious sensation of the open window's breeze. Even with my eyes and ears covered by the unnatural, and annoyingly low-quality pillow, the definitive pitter patter of rain began to circulate the room.
Throwing the pillow onto the ground, I slowly rose from the bed. Begrudgingly walking over to the door, I let out a deliberately loud yawn.
Why'd I leave this thing open? I thought.
Pulling the door completely closed, I let out a sigh of undeserved relief. Reaching up to brush the hair out of my eyes, I felt the distinct sensation of sweat and grime.
Meh, my hair's kinda gross. I need a shower.
Walking over to the bathroom, I glanced into the mirror. Letting out a yawn, I ruffled up my hair, hoping to form it into some ridiculous 'electrified' look. It didn't really work. Suddenly, something caught my attention; a flash.
With the tenacity of a hurricane, my heart began to race. The beating in my ears was almost deafening, while my eyes began to madly dart about. Quickly, I flicked off the light, hoping to prove that what I saw wasn't a technical error.
A massive explosion assaulted my ears, illuminating the room in the process. Throwing myself against wall, an eruption of pain raced its way from the soles of my feet into the base of my skull. I clamped my hands over my ears, and shoved my eyes into my knees. Almost with a malicious intent, the bass-like pounding of the thunder ran throughout my body.
"I can't hear it. I'm safe here. I'm safe here."I told myself. Suddenly, an ear-shattering noise distinguished itself amongst the cacophony of thunderous claps. Barely opening my eyes into slits, I peeked my head around the doorframe, glancing into the darkened room behind me.
Beyond all the incessant flash-bangs of the heavens above, a single shadow made itself obsessively know. With each illumination, a single web-like shadow crept its way across the bed, wall and other furnishings. Daringly creeping my head further around the wooden barrier, I caught a glimpse of the shadow once more; the origin, however, I was reaffirmed of.
Only being able to see it during the flashes, the thin cracks on the glass bewitched my eyes. Likened to a trance-like state I slowly began to stand. Walking towards the cracks, I could feel the rain and thunder to become even more intense. The elements of nature began to barrage the glass door.
As if someone was compelling me, I slowly outstretched my hand. Feeling the cool, serrated edges of the fissured glass, the light began to blind me. Hearing one final thunderclap, far louder than any prior, I turned my gaze to the spot where I rested my hand. With a huge shattering noise, all the glass in the frame flew towards me, into the room.
Opening my eyes, the dingy gloom of the hotel room became accustomed to my eyes. The fan above was slowly circling. Looking over at the balcony-door, I began to sigh. Rain was, like in the dream, pattering against it; all things considered, it was far-less viscous. Turning my head slightly, I glanced over at the digital clock that rested on the nearby nightstand. It read 2:43.
"Hmm… what a weird dream…" I said, still staring at the clock.