Rain

[Storyboy]

RAIN

Iri held his hands on the sink and looked at his reflection in the scratched and dirty mirror. He had dark brown hair with a scene look to it. It was straightened in all but the back right where it was spiked like the rays of a sun. His bangs covered one eye and eye liner darkened them. It hid the blue of his iris and made the pupils the focus. He looked dark and nearly as broken as the mirror. A cigerrete hanged loosely in his mouth. His stare was blank.

He flicked a lighter with wet fingers petruding from biker gloves. He lit the stick in his mouth and took a slow breath and blew it out. His eyes closed as he did so and when they opened again he balled his hands into a fist and punched the mirror with the lighter in hand. It shattered partially and he returned both hands to the sink where he pushed himself forward slamming his head into the mirror.

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An hour later Iri was laying at the foot of his bed, the light from the bathroom spilling out over him in his catastrophic apartment room. The place was a mess and the glass shards he was pulling out his skull and dropping into a dirty rag weren't the grossest things to be found. There was a knock at the door.

"It's open." He said in a loud voice. He pulled out another shard as the door shook, jammed as usual. With a kick the door swung open and a girl with long brunette hair fell in. "Jeez that door's a real piece of...Oh my god what happened?" The girl said as she walked over to the young man at the end of the bed. She watched her step as she approached him trying to avoid the scattered filth.

she put down a bag by him and turned his head downward. Her hand running through his hair now matted in blood both dry and new. "Is that glass?" She said as she wiped her hands on the bed sheets which hung loosely over the foot board.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a mellotone voice.

"Not the best way to greet guest." She said picking out little shards scattered throughout his hair stuck in the blood. "Why do you do this to yourself?" She asked. When she was answered by silence she continued, "You need to get over it, I love someone else is that such a crime? If you keep acting like this you'll die alone."

"Maybe that's what I want." Iri replied with a bit of poison in his voice.

"Is it?" She said angrily standing up nearly putting her hands at her waist when she stopped herself from getting blood on her yellow dress. She walked over to the bathroom glass breaking underneath her feet. "You know I used to see something in you." She cut on the sink with the back of her hand and the water ran clean. "I don't even know what it is anymore. You've hid it all under that make up and misery." She cut off the water and dried her hands at her side after finding the only towel was covered in a black substance. "You know, what would he think about you? What you're doing to yourself? You two were doing fine before what happened?"

Iri never looked her way, "He died."

The girl opened her mouth and then shut it turning her head to her shoulder. "You two made me your life I never asked you to. I never asked for any of this. She lifted her head up and walked in front on his bent legs. Looking down at him, "Look at me." She said. Nothing happened. "Damn it look at me! I didn't do anything to you!"

Slowly Iri looked up. "Look," She said wiping her hand across her face as if to wipe off the anger, "I thought I'd drop off some groceries for you." He looked over to see that's what was in the bag beside him before looking slowly back at her. His blue eyes met her green. "Sean and I are moving. We're going to go make something of our lives, you should think of doing the same." The girl walked over to the door her heels clicking across the floor.

"You're all grown up." He said a smile shakily growing before it faded.

The girl stopped, "It's about time you do too." Then she took hold of the door and it opened with a struggle.

"Wait!" Iri yelled.

She sighed, "What is it?"

"Sam. Don't go." He said.

She leaned her head on the door, "It's Sabrina and...don't ask that of me."

"It's all I ask of you."

"It's too much. You're trying to live a dream it's time you live in reality." She said taking a step out the door.

"You once told me that people can do both."

The girl bit her lip, "Not all of us can."

Then the door clicked shut.

[Xikari chan]

Hm. Am I suppose think something of this Storyboy? The story is ... I wanna say realistic in essence. But. I'm a child. And I always will be. I want to live free, be happy with a smile on my face. Carefree... Like a child... that's probably why I chose to act like one. sorry. boy that's off topic. but. It goes without saying that I'll never grow up. Never EVER

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in any case. It's really good.

[Storyboy]

Everyone grows up some time. Maybe not fully, we always keep that inner child alive but we move on in order to make it out there. I guess it just have to be a perfect guess at what happens but it is what I see. Just thought I'd paint the picture in the rain

[Xikari chan]

that's why i obsess over the rain. it's so...inspirational

[Storyboy]

in light and dark