18 April 2012
**ok so this is my first attempt at writing a story! I would really appreciate any comments/feedback! Thanks for reading!**
Chapter 1
The rain trickled down my window pane, it's lazy trail the only evidence of its existence. The drops wandered, meandering down the dirty glass like a river, wild and free.
Free. What does that word even mean?
I'd been sitting staring out of the window for an hour. Nothing had changed. All I saw was the same scene; a small plot of grass filled with weeds. An old wooden shed, the door hanging on to crumbling hinges. And the flower. The only life in the long dead garden belonging to the tiny house I shared with my Mam. The flower that had just appeared this morning. It's head pointed towards my window.
Pointed towards me.
Beauty is a rare thing. True beauty, anyway. Not the fake, air-brushed models you see on the front of magazines or the actors on TV.
Not that I watch TV anymore.
I haven't really done anything since the accident. Mam tries to keep an eye on me. She makes sure I eat. Brush my wild tangle of hair on a morning. Go to school. Try to be normal again.
But I was never normal in the first place.
The rain gets heavier, it's droplets racing down my window, trying to reach the bottom first. Then I see it in the corner of my eye.
The unmistakable bolt of lightning.
It comes closer every second. A flash. Pause. Another flash. Pause. Moving at the same rate as my racing heartbeat.
I'm just about to run downstairs, closing the curtains to block out the lightning when I see it. At the edge of my vision, standing on the very spot the flower had bloomed just this morning.
Him.
Looking up. Looking To my window. Looking at me.
He meets my eyes for less than a second. My heart seems to do a back flip. My stomach churns in anticipation.
Then, with the next bolt of lightning he's gone. Quick as a flash. Leaving nothing behind but the fluttering of my heart.
And I'm left wondering if what I just saw was real. Is it just me hallucinating? The doctor said it might happen.
But then I see the flower. Withered. What was the only beauty in my life just moments ago lies crumpled among the weeds. Dead.
And then I know. It wasn't just my imagination.
It was real.
Quick As A Flash • Opuss № I