Short Story On Raindrops

Raindrops. Drip. Drip. Drip. Clouds, gray and hiding any sign of sunlight. It looks miserable and cold but it matches my mood so it doesn 't bother me. I need to get out, It 's horrible to be stuck in this room. I want to be out in the rain. Peeling myself away from the window, I can the floor for my hoodie and Converse. "Where could they be?" I mutter, kicking clothes around. My toe clips the edge of a shoe hidden underneath a pile of clothes. I freeze as the pain pulses from my foot. Angrily, I pull out my shoes and find my hoodie laying nearby. "It 's now or never," I mumble and pull the hood over my long black hair. I think to myself that if I just go through the front door, dad would be pissed, he hates my guts. The only other way out is the window. …show more content…
If I leave to see her, he 's going to hurt me. I shake my head violently to get rid of the thought. I unlatch the window and kick out the screen. I peer down at the three-story drop and my stomach does circles. Out of nowhere my door flys open and my father is standing in the doorway, "What the hell do you think you 're doing?" he screeches. This is it, I have to jump now. I hesitate as I look down again and my father 's booming voice shakes the room, "Answer me." There is a long silence but withing that silence there are thunder and lighting. "That 's it..." he trails off and marches toward me. I climb the ledge and throw myself out the window, closing my eyes to the quickly approaching ground. To my relief, I end up safe on the ground. Quickly I glance up at my father who is standing open-mouthed in the window. He snaps his mouth shut and rushes away from the window. I book it as fast as I can, the rain pelting hard against my face, and the lighting coloring the sky. I slow to a stop at the forests ' edge. Jumping as the sound of lighting splits through the sky. I push