The nameless among the rain

Where the lightning strikes

What to do?,where to go? I guess the only way to go is ahead.

The most plausible place to go would be my friends house, but which one. Ashely lived closest to me so thats where I started to head.

I dragged my bags down the tall, unforgiving steps. I had been walking for only a few minutes but my arm was already acing from the constant bumping of my case. The wind was blowing from behind so ad least I had that cool encouragement to move forward.

I considered keeping my headphones in my pocket but the natural buzz and mutters that I wanted to hear, were eclipsed by the loud pultruding crash of engines bursting to life. The blasting music from the passing cars were muffled by the screaming cars as if someone had there hand over a persons mouth.

I began to hear the upbeat songs on my playlist swirl through my ears like waves at a beach. I didn't really pay attention to the lyrics, however I let the sound wash over me; the melody calmed the storm of anger in my mind.

By the time I arrived at Ashley's house the velvet like, navy sky had started to role in. Although the sky was dark, the crisp edges of the oh so familiar red bricked house was still visible. Under that sharp mossy roof, all manner of memorable things had happened to me. A lot of my memories there were pleasant. A flood of memories came rushing into my already chaotic mind, lazy summer afternoons, restless sleepovers.

As I stood stiffly outside that cold lifeless grouping of bricks and plaster, I saw a building haunted by my memories. I am different now, everything is different now and now this place will be at the mersey of my rising anger.

I will become the eye of the storm, so that every thing around me will be demolished by the crashing pulse of my rage and jealousy. I hated that I have become like this but I had more hate for my so called friends. That hate will be my lightning, my instrument of chaos. The thought humoured me, chaos sounded like fun.

*knock, knock*
The red door of the house was cool to the touch, a discouraging feeling but one that must be washed away from my mind. What I have planned required cunning and focus.

"Come in!!" Shouted Ashely from the top of her stairs.

"Of course you can stay here for a bit, its fine you know I'm always happy to help you" she said, slightly distracted by her phone.

"Thanks Ashely, this is going to be so fun" I tried my hardest to sound enthusiastic but the thought of living in a tornado of my own creation made me a little nervous.

"Yeah, yeah its gunna be so fun" she was not paying much attention to me as per usual, It amazes me that I put up with this for years.

Even though her comment was not sincere I was still going to strive to have as much fun as possible.