*this is something new that I wrote late last night, tell me what you think!*
The sky was crying, helplessly. While the wind scattered its creamy clouds, the melting of the perfect shade of blue turned to a hard cool color of grey. The thunder screamed, as the lighting flashed it's burning light. The burning light that I was somehow attracted to. My dad and I where riding in the midst of a great thunder storm. The rain was coming down so hard everything around us was a blur. The car was our save haven, warm with delightful soft music leaking from the radio.
There was a dead silence between us, not that we could hear each other over the thunder anyways. But there was always that silence between us. The silence I wish I could break. But I couldn't break it, only it could break me. Shatter my heart into tiny fractals as they scatter through my body. Only if my dad knew how I felt, maybe then we would be closer. But he doesn't know, and he will never know, because he just doesn't care.
The crackle of extremely loud thunder jostled me. Then there was a quick flash and I waited, ready. Ready for another loud boom. The storm had made me more alert, and more scared. I could sense something was wrong, and from the look on my dad's face I knew he could sense it too.
At that moment I had the sudden urge to open the old trucks door and jump out. My hand tingled with an odd sensation of what it was about to do. If I did jump what would I be giving up? A careless dad, the empty space my mother left, and the cold dark hole of a house we live in. Not much to lose.
My fingers fumbled to push up the lock, my hand ready on the handle. I closed my eyes looking at the black that poured before for my sunken lids. This is all this will ever be, a black bottomless pit of my broken self. The thunder fed me the courage to open the door. I pushed it open and stuck my body out into the cold drowning rain. Not even second guessing myself, second guessing what I was leaving behind. I took in another deep breath and let myself fly into the storm. As I lunged I turned my head back toward my past life and called "You'll never let me love you, so this is goodbye.”
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