Ok this is my story Purple Rain just revised. So hope the people that replied before enjoy it this time.
Rain Before Dawn
Upon the ground freshly fallen dew is rubbing against the knee highs of a crying little girl. Her tears, streaming, are falling, fast, on the ankle-high grass. In her hand is a large white lily whose pollen is spraying as fast as her tears. She stops when she makes it to a medium sized tombstone. She kneels down and lays the lily on top of the dirt in front of the stone. Tears pour from her eyes and soften the ground on the grave. The girl puts her hands on the ground wishing to be closer than as close as she was.
Valerie grabs a can of Cola and pulls her hand out from the inside of the fridge. She shuts the fridge door as Melody walks in. Melody and Valerie have been friends since they were six so they know each other well. “What did you do to your hair?” Valerie questions. Melody’s wavy chestnut hair whips out from the two pig tails that were in it. “Nothing.” She says innocently. She looks straight into Valeries’ angry green eyes. “Hey Val, you think you can pick up a movie at Blockbuster?” Melody takes a wooden spoon out from the draw and does a kungfu pose; Valerie busts out laughing. “Maybe a Kungfu?” She stops laughing, sighs and nods. “I guess so but it’s going to rain soon and you know I don’t like to drive in the rain.” “It will only take a few minutes.” Valerie takes the keys off of the counter and stuffs them into her pocket. “Be back in a bit.” She walks past the room she’ll be staying in this night; she sighs and opens the door into the garage. The cold hard ground underneath her feet reminds her of the many nights she ran from home to visit her moms grave. She slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops, there warmness invited her in. She took out the keys unlocking the car doors. She stopped when she hears Pink coming out of the house. She remembers how people would always ask if Melody and Valerie were twins but since Melody dyed her hair from dark brown to a light chestnut not so many people ask that anymore. The leather seat feels cool and soft as she sits down upon it and clicks the button on the key; opening the garage door. She puts the key into the ignition.
The same little girl, but older now, is looking out of a fragile glass window that is fogged up from the intense precipitation outside. She walks over to the door, locks it and walks back to the window. She slides the lock over and pushes up. A clicking sound can be heard and a gust of cool, wet wind hits her small face. It is just enough space for her to climb out and step down the ladder on the side of the house. Her thin skirt clings to her legs as she gets off and sneaks past the big window leading into the living room. A bush from behind her rustles but she doesn’t notice or hear it. In front of her is an electric scooter so she rides it off down a street and onto another. Onto another street until she gets to a small cemetery. She parks the scooter and runs down the many rows of stones. One row in particular she stops at, walks down and touches one stone. This time she reads it aloud. ‘Amber Soto’ The rain pours harder as she stands in it crying. Mud splashes up on her legs, caking them.
Valerie starts the car and pulls out of the garage. Driving down the street she pops open the island and pulls out a C.D. She puts it into the C.D. player and cranks it.
When she gets out of Blockbuster it starts to pour so she runs to the car. “Shit, shit, shit!” she yells as she opens the car door and gets inside. She puts the key into the ignition; the car makes a sputtering noise. “Fuck it’s flooded.” She pounds her hand against the wheel. She tries it again, this time it purrs “Alright.” Suddenly a big crack of thunder booms through the parking lot. “Ok time to get going.” Traffic is terrible but being the kind hearted person she is Valerie cuts someone off and speeds up to the best of her ability. She pulls onto a small road to avoid any other traffic. Now the rain has fastened its pace so the car was fogging up. She presses her face up against the windshield so she can see. She stops at a red light and fumbles with the heater knobs. When she’s not looking the light turns green and a big truck from behind her honks his horn. “Damn it.” She floors the car, the speed she is doing is too fast for the kind of weather she’s going so the car starts to slip. She loses control and the car goes over a side ditch. It smashes into a tree and sends Valeries’ head into the dashboard. Blood gushes from an open wound on her head. Before she passes out she hears the sound of rain pounding at the car wreck. “Oh my head.” Are those the last words ever escaping from her lips?
Alright be honest did you like it?