Why the rain makes me cry

The rain. You wont see them. All of it gets washed way. Too much of it gets washed away. I don't need him. Or anybody. I love nobody and nobody loves me. I'm treated like a monster. The rain is my only friend. The tears and the rain mmix together so you can never see them.


5. Promise

(Rhain's) POV

It been days again. Last time I saw my father was nine days ago. Nobody will ever miss me. Nobody will try to find me. Nobody will ever think of me when I am gone. "Hey Crimson. Why does the rain make me want to cry?" I asked the grave. "......" I got no response. "The rain. It's like it knows when I need to leave. When ever I need to cry. It rains. It's like a mother. Trying to help her child. By comfort and soothing words. So why do I feel the need to cry. This feeling in my heart. It wont go away. The only way it went away was when you were with me. You were my first friend." I said to the grave. "Crimson. Promise me you wont leave me again? Will you always be with me. Just only in spirit. Will you be like my guardian? Will you always watch over me. If you do. Will I be able to see you?" I asked. The wind blew around me. It wasn't cold like it usually is. No it was warm. Like a hug. Like His hug when he held me. I stared at the ground. "Why do I feel this? Why do I need this comfort? Why do I need this feeling? Why? Why can't I be like al the other children? Why can I be normal? Why doesn't anybody love me?" I cried.

I curled up into a ball. "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?" I keep repeating. A single light shone through my arms and into my eyes. I squinted and looked up. There was a small opening in the clouds. A single drop of sunlight shone on me. It was warm. It was like a mother's hug. It suddenly disappeared. "Why do you continue to torture me?" I asked nobody and sobbed. I curled back into my ball and feel asleep.

I woke up again to the sounds of voices. "She's this way!" one said. "Let me lead!" yelled another. "We need to find her!"  third said. I jumped up. I looked towards the direction of the voices and bolted the other way. Just as I vanished through the bushes the group of voices entered a field. "I could of sworn She was here! I found her here last time! Look there is a print in the mud!" yelled a voice. "She couldn't of gone far! We must find her!" yelled a second voice. I ran through stealthily making almost no sound as possible. The voices were getting quieter and quieter as I fled from my spot. The rain  was pouring down. I could see something in the distance. I made a run through the last few of the trees and ended up at a dirt road. I looked around. "Nobody is here." I thought.

I sprinted a fast as I could opposite of the neighborhood. There was a sight. I didn't stop to read it. I continued down the path. I didn't stop not for a second. The only time I would was to stop for some air. I tripped a lot but that didn't stop me. Tears started to stream down my face but you couldn't tell. nobody could. I was getting tired and fast. My throat was throbbing as I gasped for air. It was getting harder and harder to breath. My sickness would only get worse and worse the longer I ran in this cold rain. But no matter what I will not stop running. That is a promise.

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