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When I woke up, it was raining. Little taps against the window. The sound made me awake, though it tried to lull me back to sleep as gray light shone through the blinds.
The relaxing pitter patter is a sound I’m used to. It’s a sound I know well, one I often listened to as a child, waiting for my parents to phone with news. Hoping to not wake up to an empty house. I know the sound of the rain. I know it as well as I know the voices of my loved ones, the applause of an audience. It’s perfectly engraved into my mind, I could never mistake it.
Which is why I immediately knew how something was off. The rain sounded different. Instead of soothing, the sound reverberated harshly against the window, but.. not in the sense of a storm. No, it didn’t sound like rain at all. It sounded like screaming.
Begging.
Pleading.
Help us, please.
…I ignored it. Brushed it off as just being tired, the whole idea was silly. Rain didn’t scream. Perhaps my memory was just serving me wrong when it came to the sound, after all, I’ve always been forgetful.
I changed into my uniform, going downstairs to greet Saki and my parents good morning like I always did. I put on my usual smile and loud tone, but truly, my mind felt foggy this morning.
..I wonder why.
Though I pushed the question down. It wasn’t important, it was probably just because of the weather.
There were already puddles on the ground when I started to walk to school. The rain continued to hammer on my umbrella, the same way it had on my window.
The screaming rain.
It sounded like it was in pain. Agony. Like something horrible had happened to it.
But that was silly. At least.. I thought that then.
Somewhere along the way I decided to look down at the puddles forming on the road. I wish I hadn’t.
Instead of reflecting what they were supposed to, buildings and cars, the environment around them- I saw people. People I knew. People I knew, yet.. they were unfamiliar.
I saw a green haired girl screaming as a needle was jabbed into her arm.
I saw a purple haired boy with a bloody, ripped up mouth.
I saw a pink haired girl on an execution stone, blade hanging above her throat.
And I saw myself.
I saw myself sobbing while covered in blood, a silver dagger held loosely in my hand.
I saw myself screaming in pain as I forced a knife into my arm, carving out a gruesome star.
I saw myself dead on a table, eyes foggy with a bottle of pills opened next to me.
Missing an ear.
With a gun to my head.
Covered in burns.
Clutching the bodies of loved ones, weeping over their loss.
Banging on the doors of a dark closet, pleading to be let out.
Begging for forgiveness, for mercy.
With a bullet in my arm.
…
…
..
I turned away from the puddles.
I knew why the rain was screaming now.