Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Zeee]

I died today.

You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely-used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me and I died today.

Love, Your Puppy

D:
This was so.. touching. It is well-written, detailed, sad, but.. exotic. Brought me to tears.
<3
Aqua, your like, my rolemodel for writing stories. Yours are always amazing and mine are always... bleh.






His gaze locked onto mine. He smiled for a moment and was frantically pulled away by 2 boys, obviously his 'possy'. I sighed heavily, smirking as he was swept away from me. Although I had never told anyone about me liking you, but of course my diary - which i'd probably die if someone read it -. With it holds all of my life stories; boys, friends, impossible journeys, adventures, etc.

As the bell rang, basically knocking me over in shock, everyone was timidly trying to meet expectations of their teachers by grapping books quickly, rushing to class without running, and being ready by the second bell. I, well, tried to get through the crowd to my locker, which was somewhere abouts the middle of all the lockers (probably the worst place to be). As everyone rushed to their classrooms, me and him were the only left. So I speed-walked to my locker, past his turned back, and tried to open my locker. Oh great. I had forgotten, actually more like messed up, my locker combination. I dropped my books in fear, scared I would get in trouble if I was late for class. Again. He was still at his locker, basically taking his time.

I banged my head a few times against my green, rusty, old, and used locker. He chuckled. Im only calling him 'He' because I obviously don't know his name; we've only been back-to-school for possibly 4 days, and he was new.


I turned around to find his beautiful blue eyes. "Need some help?"
I blushed furiously and laughed. "Uhh.. sure.. err---" He had stopped me.

"Name's Carlise." He smiled. "But you can call me Carl, or Lise, doesn't matter."
"Id prefer to call you Carlise." I hissed, obviously not in the mood for this. He backed up. "Okay, maybe I wont help you with your locker."

And he started strolling away. Under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear, "I don't want, nor need, your help."

Agh! As he walked away I had just noticed I screwed up the whole relationship between us.
I smacked my head against the locker a few more times, and it popped open. I saw my diary fall out, so I quickly grabbed my books, stuffed them in my bag, and frantically rushed to my room. As soon as I walked into the class, the bell rang. Mrs.Coski glared at me and told me to take my seat.
In this boring math class, Mrs.Coski graciously let the class text a bit, write some things down into anything, things like a diary, so I gracefully pulled it out of my bag and slipped it onto my lap, along with a pen.

I had quickly scribbled out the thing that said, "this guy named-- well-- I don't know his name" in part of a sentence. And put in, after the scribbles, "His name is Carlise. He said to call him Carl, or Lise, and I basically hissed at him. Looks like things aren't going off to a good start." with a sadface at the end.

----

As the class was coming to an end, everyone put their books, cellphones, markers, pens, etc away and were excused from class. Aparently, we had been excused early. Haha. Im not ever gonna see that again.

When I had gotten to my locker, to check over my diary pages, I had found... it was gone. And I started panicking, and saying bad things that could, or could've happened.
Things like, "What if someone finds it and reads it, then tells Carlise? Or worse! What if Carlise finds it and reads it then laughs and calls me a loser under his breath, then scribbles out all of it and rips out the pages and on the front writes "omg u loser"!"

I noticed it was all in my head, so I calmed down.

Surely enough, my calming did no use.

Carlise picked up a parculiar book that had said "Jenni's Diary". He suspected it was mine, surely enough, and he looked both ways -- to make sure no one was looking -- and very, very, very obnoxiously he started flipping through the pages, only catching glimpses of words. He paused when he saw his name, and flipped back to the page, looking away.
"Oh, she probably thinks im such a loser."
He whispered. Until he read the sentence,

And was awed.

[should I continue?]

[Official-Enjolras]

I died today.

You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely-used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me and I died today.

Love, Your Puppy

You say what every dog thinks when we do those things D:

[TigressJaguiar]

Don't unplug me
Or-or-or just shut me down
Please just love me
With-with your steel heart.

I'd reboot you if you'd just look at me
With those cold eyes one more time.

I remember, our software was compatible,
I think I felt my circuit board ignite,
You held my hand in your metallic grip-
We may be machines but I'm in love tonight.

I love this song!

[omori]

@Kitteh: Beautiful. Just so perfect <3

Thank you so much <3

--
Lily & Papa

[[ Anything italicized is a song, so you can skip it if you'd like. I skip around through the song. ^^ ]]

"I always needed time on my own.
I never thought I'd
Need you there when I cried..."

"You don't have to miss me anymore."

By the end of this story I was in tears. This is written so beautifully. <3

Thanks so much Lennie! ^^


@ aqua: Oh my goodness.. ;n; So beautiful but extremely sad.. Excellent use of pets, instances and everything else.

[peter quill]

I died today.

You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely-used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me and I died today.

Love, Your Puppy

D:
This was so.. touching. It is well-written, detailed, sad, but.. exotic. Brought me to tears.
<3
Aqua, your like, my rolemodel for writing stories. Yours are always amazing and mine are always... bleh.






His gaze locked onto mine. He smiled for a moment and was frantically pulled away by 2 boys, obviously his 'possy'. I sighed heavily, smirking as he was swept away from me. Although I had never told anyone about me liking you, but of course my diary - which i'd probably die if someone read it -. With it holds all of my life stories; boys, friends, impossible journeys, adventures, etc.

As the bell rang, basically knocking me over in shock, everyone was timidly trying to meet expectations of their teachers by grapping books quickly, rushing to class without running, and being ready by the second bell. I, well, tried to get through the crowd to my locker, which was somewhere abouts the middle of all the lockers (probably the worst place to be). As everyone rushed to their classrooms, me and him were the only left. So I speed-walked to my locker, past his turned back, and tried to open my locker. Oh great. I had forgotten, actually more like messed up, my locker combination. I dropped my books in fear, scared I would get in trouble if I was late for class. Again. He was still at his locker, basically taking his time.

I banged my head a few times against my green, rusty, old, and used locker. He chuckled. Im only calling him 'He' because I obviously don't know his name; we've only been back-to-school for possibly 4 days, and he was new.


I turned around to find his beautiful blue eyes. "Need some help?"
I blushed furiously and laughed. "Uhh.. sure.. err---" He had stopped me.

"Name's Carlise." He smiled. "But you can call me Carl, or Lise, doesn't matter."
"Id prefer to call you Carlise." I hissed, obviously not in the mood for this. He backed up. "Okay, maybe I wont help you with your locker."

And he started strolling away. Under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear, "I don't want, nor need, your help."

Agh! As he walked away I had just noticed I screwed up the whole relationship between us.
I smacked my head against the locker a few more times, and it popped open. I saw my diary fall out, so I quickly grabbed my books, stuffed them in my bag, and frantically rushed to my room. As soon as I walked into the class, the bell rang. Mrs.Coski glared at me and told me to take my seat.
In this boring math class, Mrs.Coski graciously let the class text a bit, write some things down into anything, things like a diary, so I gracefully pulled it out of my bag and slipped it onto my lap, along with a pen.

I had quickly scribbled out the thing that said, "this guy named-- well-- I don't know his name" in part of a sentence. And put in, after the scribbles, "His name is Carlise. He said to call him Carl, or Lise, and I basically hissed at him. Looks like things aren't going off to a good start." with a sadface at the end.

----

As the class was coming to an end, everyone put their books, cellphones, markers, pens, etc away and were excused from class. Aparently, we had been excused early. Haha. Im not ever gonna see that again.

When I had gotten to my locker, to check over my diary pages, I had found... it was gone. And I started panicking, and saying bad things that could, or could've happened.
Things like, "What if someone finds it and reads it, then tells Carlise? Or worse! What if Carlise finds it and reads it then laughs and calls me a loser under his breath, then scribbles out all of it and rips out the pages and on the front writes "omg u loser"!"

I noticed it was all in my head, so I calmed down.

Surely enough, my calming did no use.

Carlise picked up a parculiar book that had said "Jenni's Diary". He suspected it was mine, surely enough, and he looked both ways -- to make sure no one was looking -- and very, very, very obnoxiously he started flipping through the pages, only catching glimpses of words. He paused when he saw his name, and flipped back to the page, looking away.
"Oh, she probably thinks im such a loser."
He whispered. Until he read the sentence,

And was awed.

[should I continue?]

Do continue, I enjoyed reading it. ^_^

[Zeee]

@*DJ Wolfy*: Thank you, I shall.






----


"Wow.. uhh... I just met this girl and its weird to know she likes me."
He scowled, then smiled.
"But nice to know at the same time."

He grabbed a pen from off the ground and smiled as he wrote beside her scribble and the fixed words, "I like you too" is all he wrote, then a smiley face.

He dropped the book in the doorway and left the pen, which was her pen, by her feet. Basically his plan was to lure her to her book, and read the message he left.

I noticed the pen's sound as it dropped, and turned around. But didnt see Carlise, let alone anyone. I smirked and picked the pen off the ground, then looked up to see my book in the doorway of the math classroom. I dashed towards it and clutched it to my chest, then started flipping through the pages to see if there was any clue to who, if anyone, read it.

Then I saw, in different writing than mine, "I like you too" and a smiley face. The dot on the 'i' itself was a smiley face too.
It had no signature, but I knew it was Carlise. Knowing he likes me too just.. lifts a big weight off my shoulder. Now I can finally live in peace.

Or can I?

--
The next day, Carlise bumped into me in the front yard of the campus. It was obviously to get my attention. He started running away, laughing, and doing backflips and frontflips and jumps and twirls and run, jump, and fall trick. He made falling beautiful; I laughed, although I knew it was part of his act to impress me.
As he was about to walk away from the spot he had showed off in, I noticed a shoelace dangling from his shoe. I crept up behind him and stomped onto the shoelace, sending him down to the ground. He fell flat on his face and started yelling "Ow" and "Agh". I didn't expect him to fall.. I actually expected him to turn around and grab me by his hands then send me flying, making ME fall on my face. Lying, I helped him up and lied, "Im so sorry I.. accidentally stepped on your shoelace."
We were good friends now, maybe soon more than that.

He turned around, cupping his face. He started laughing and uncupped his face. A smirk landed across his face, and I knew this wouldnt be good.

He picked me up and swept me across his shoulders, and started running. I smacked and punched his back, although lightly, and started yelling, "Put me down! Put me down!" but he didnt listen.

All he said was, or more like screamed, "You liar! You tripped me on purpose."

And he put me down in the shade then sat next to me. I smirked. "You were asking for it; your shoelace was just dangling around screaming, "Step on me! Step on me!"

He laughed.


[ill continue later]

[omori]

--
Lily & Papa

~ I ~

"I always needed time on my own.
I never thought I'd
Need you there when I cried..."

I belted out the words as I stood on stage, all eyes on me. Nobody knew I could sing. Nobody really knew me at all. But this was the talent show, and this was my talent. My heart thudded loudly, and I felt so nervous, but at the same time I knew that not even this was doing Papa justice.

"...When you walk away,
I count the steps that you take.
Do you see how much I need you right now?"

The video and picture slideshow the I made played behind me. Old photos and videos of Papa and I when I was little... I used almost everything that I had of him and I together. And even all of that was hardly enough to play throughout the entire song. My eyes got watery toward the end of the song.

"When you're gone,
The words I need to hear
To always get me through the day,
And make it okay..."

I took a deep breath, trying to hold off the crying until the last line was done.

"...I miss you."

Then the tears poured down my face as it hiccuped and puckered. I was trying to not look like a complete crybaby, but my black hair was sticking to my face from all the water on my cheeks. The principal made his way to the middle of the stage next to me, like he did with all of the people who entered.

"Wow, that was wonderful, Lily," he said. It wasn't until then that I realized how loud the crowd was cheering. "Now, let me ask you one thing," he began. I nodded. "If you could make one wish right now, what would it be?"

He put the microphone to my mouth. I tried not to let my voice be too shaky. "To see my Papa smiling at me in the audience."

The principal frowned. "I'm sorry, I can't do that." He paused. "But I can let you see him smiling backstage." It took a moment for this to sink it. And then I didn't know what to say, I just stood there, studdering like a fool, when he came out onto the stage, still wearing his military uniform. I was frozen for a moment, but that didn't last long. I sprinted across the stage and threw myself into his arms. He lifted my up and then hugged me tightly. We embraced silently for a long time, because no words could speak what kind of moment this was for us. The crowd hollered and cheered. I looked into my Papa's eyes and smiled. Then he quietly spoke something I'd wanted to hear my entire life.

"You don't have to miss me anymore."

~ II ~

The familiar music began to play. I smiled. I never thought I'd be here. It seemed like this only happened in movies, and now, here I was. Pairs of men and women and children went first, then it was just me and Papa left. He looked troubled.
"What's the matter?" I asked. He was probably upset about all this. He looked up from the floor at me.
"What I'm about to do is called giving you away. And I don't want to do that. I don't want to give my baby girl away. It just feels like this will be the last time I'll ever spend time with you." I saw water in his eyes.
"Papa," I began. "I'll always be yours. That'll never change. And we'll do what we always do. We'll go to lunch every Thursday."
I saw a small smile come upon his face, and he held out his arm. I wrapped my own around it. And we walked down the aisle.

~

He held my hands tightly, just like he always did. We swayed gently to the music, and I rested my chin on his shoulder.
"Papa, are you angry about all this? At me?" I whispered in his ear.
"If you're happy, Lil, then I could never take that away from you. I could never be angry at you for something that you love so much." He sighed. "It's just that, you're not my little girl anymore. You've got a husband now, you're all grown up. I..." He cuts off mid-sentence, and begins to hug me tightly.
"Papa?" I say quietly, lifting my head from his shoulder. I hug him back. But soon, he's hugging even tighter. "D-dad..." I choke out. "Please let go!" It comes out squeaky, because he keeps hugging tighter and tighter. I stop hugging him and reach to my back, grasping his hands in mine, desperately trying to release his bear hug. "Papa!" Then, he stopped hugging me.
And he released his grip entirely, falling to the ground.

[peter quill]

--
Lily & Papa

~ I ~

"I always needed time on my own.
I never thought I'd
Need you there when I cried..."

I belted out the words as I stood on stage, all eyes on me. Nobody knew I could sing. Nobody really knew me at all. But this was the talent show, and this was my talent. My heart thudded loudly, and I felt so nervous, but at the same time I knew that not even this was doing Papa justice.

"...When you walk away,
I count the steps that you take.
Do you see how much I need you right now?"

The video and picture slideshow the I made played behind me. Old photos and videos of Papa and I when I was little... I used almost everything that I had of him and I together. And even all of that was hardly enough to play throughout the entire song. My eyes got watery toward the end of the song.

"When you're gone,
The words I need to hear
To always get me through the day,
And make it okay..."

I took a deep breath, trying to hold off the crying until the last line was done.

"...I miss you."

Then the tears poured down my face as it hiccuped and puckered. I was trying to not look like a complete crybaby, but my black hair was sticking to my face from all the water on my cheeks. The principal made his way to the middle of the stage next to me, like he did with all of the people who entered.

"Wow, that was wonderful, Lily," he said. It wasn't until then that I realized how loud the crowd was cheering. "Now, let me ask you one thing," he began. I nodded. "If you could make one wish right now, what would it be?"

He put the microphone to my mouth. I tried not to let my voice be too shaky. "To see my Papa smiling at me in the audience."

The principal frowned. "I'm sorry, I can't do that." He paused. "But I can let you see him smiling backstage." It took a moment for this to sink it. And then I didn't know what to say, I just stood there, studdering like a fool, when he came out onto the stage, still wearing his military uniform. I was frozen for a moment, but that didn't last long. I sprinted across the stage and threw myself into his arms. He lifted my up and then hugged me tightly. We embraced silently for a long time, because no words could speak what kind of moment this was for us. The crowd hollered and cheered. I looked into my Papa's eyes and smiled. Then he quietly spoke something I'd wanted to hear my entire life.

"You don't have to miss me anymore."

~ II ~

The familiar music began to play. I smiled. I never thought I'd be here. It seemed like this only happened in movies, and now, here I was. Pairs of men and women and children went first, then it was just me and Papa left. He looked troubled.
"What's the matter?" I asked. He was probably upset about all this. He looked up from the floor at me.
"What I'm about to do is called giving you away. And I don't want to do that. I don't want to give my baby girl away. It just feels like this will be the last time I'll ever spend time with you." I saw water in his eyes.
"Papa," I began. "I'll always be yours. That'll never change. And we'll do what we always do. We'll go to lunch every Thursday."
I saw a small smile come upon his face, and he held out his arm. I wrapped my own around it. And we walked down the aisle.

~

He held my hands tightly, just like he always did. We swayed gently to the music, and I rested my chin on his shoulder.
"Papa, are you angry about all this? At me?" I whispered in his ear.
"If you're happy, Lil, then I could never take that away from you. I could never be angry at you for something that you love so much." He sighed. "It's just that, you're not my little girl anymore. You've got a husband now, you're all grown up. I..." He cuts off mid-sentence, and begins to hug me tightly.
"Papa?" I say quietly, lifting my head from his shoulder. I hug him back. But soon, he's hugging even tighter. "D-dad..." I choke out. "Please let go!" It comes out squeaky, because he keeps hugging tighter and tighter. I stop hugging him and reach to my back, grasping his hands in mine, desperately trying to release his bear hug. "Papa!" Then, he stopped hugging me.
And he released his grip entirely, falling to the ground.

The last part almost made me cry. Don't make Papa die! xD
Continue please. C:

[iPawki]

@aquamarine; ;A; Beautifully written, but so sad. x_____x
@Kitteh :3; I'd really love to read more ^-^''

I haven't posted here in a while...

Rena [♀] | ??? [?]

She was always the girl with the bad attitude.
Rena was boyish and rough, the type of person who always walked around with a scowl on her face; because of this, she was considered uninteresting. In her town, everyone preferred the delicate type, the women with no independence who dressed in lavish robes and covered their faces with fancy cosmetics, turning their skin ashy white and their lips an uncanny bright red color. The girl herself was naturally pale and was definitely pretty, yet nobody really noticed this about her. People saw her, headphones on, wearing the old, washed-out clothes she loved, and hurried by without a word.

Rena lived with her parents and little brothers in an old house that had been built back in the Victorian Era. It was a beautiful, intricate place, perfectly breathtaking with its grandeur. Even during the turn of the 21st century, the town was faded and quiet, just like it had been over a hundred years ago. Rarely any cars were seen in the streets. The only school in the area was a run-down building, so many families had moved out to seek better educations for their children. There weren't many children in town. Rena's ninth grade consisted of twelve students, seven boys and five girls.

Most families were poor and had trouble finding work; others were rich and actually lived in big cities like London—they simply owned houses in the town because they had nothing better to do with their money.

Rena's family, on the other hand, was neither of the two. They had a respectable amount of money, but they weren't rich, weren't poor. The child's father worked in the city and only came back on the weekends. Her mother didn't work, seeing as she was too busy with Rena's baby twin brothers, who were barely six months old. Rena also had an older sister named Anne who had recently graduated from a good university. Her sister was a perfect little thing; she played piano, danced, and had wonderful grades. Their parents sometimes would never understand why Rena was so academically challenged whereas her sister had had it easy all along, without even putting effort into what she did.

Rena had long since shut herself out from the world. She used to argue constantly with her parents, who put pressure on her in hopes that her grades would improve. It simply wouldn't happen. The girl was certainly intelligent, but school felt like a prison to her. So she wore those headphones and listened to music all day long, as though it were her escape. She enjoyed life like this, indulging in her only pleasure. At first, she would walk outside for a while, stepping over the gray cobblestones, but this was too painful for her, for some reason. She missed a lot of school, weary and tired and locked inside her room. Her parents had given up reasoning with her.

They let her go.

Things had been glued back together with their subdued acceptance, but they fell apart again with Anne's visit. Her sister came knocking, a little smile dancing on her lips, light hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her parents, at the mere sight of her, had nearly fainted from relief. They were tense and bitter with what they called Rena's failure, and seeing Anne so perfectly sane brought all the hope back into them.
Rena didn't know that Anne had come—she heard the sound of happy chattering and her brothers crying downstairs, but found nothing unusual with this. But then her parents came to her room and dared to knock, and shouted with that loud obnoxious voice of theirs that Anne had come to visit. Rena couldn't hear them over the sound of her music, but she did catch her sister's name.

She let a few words slip, from a dry mouth that hadn't spoken in weeks. "I don't wanna see her."

"Rena, you haven't seen her in five years!"

"I don't care. I hate her."
The truth was, Rena had never liked Anne. Anne had always been perfectly nasty to her; why should she be any better now? Yet her two sentences had caused the final unraveling of her parents—they somehow had bolted through the locked door, and now they stood in front of her. Rena was a mess. She hadn't bothered to take a shower in a while now, and her hair was in knots. Her lips were pale, colorless, and she was thin, too thin. Her eyes were red and she looked exhausted, as though she had been unable to sleep all those nights.

Anne was simply delighted to see her. Her little smile was widened visibly and her eyes twinkled. She walked towards her little sister who shrank back visibly. "Don't worry, dear, I'm not going to hurt you." She eyed the headphones placed upon her sister's mess of black hair with a cautious interest, then lifted them off her head. "Mother, father, I simply adore this shade of pink. Perhaps you could give them to me seeing as I've successfully graduated from college?"
Rena's parents gave her big smiles of gratitude, as though they were absolutely relieved to get rid of the headphones and the old mp3 player that the child had held onto for so long. The young woman pocketed her new presents and smiled at Rena, who was shaking her head no but was too tired to protest. She was speechless as minutes passed and Anne eventually drove away, but she was too weak to yell at her parents.

She walked upstairs in a daze. The door wouldn't close correctly, so she left it slightly ajar. As the girl walked towards the window, she noticed that it was raining. It was the nice kind of rain, when it drizzles softly and bounces off rooftops ever so softly, skipping along sidewalks and washing away the dirt on the empty streets. The pitter patter of the rain was soothing; she swore, that within the music that the patterned raindrops created, she could hear a murmuring voice.
She stared out, pressing her nose against the glass windows of her room. "Hello?" She spoke softly.
"Hey."
She could hear it loud and clear. It was a boy her age, it seemed, talking back to her. She had probably lost her sanity, but she didn't care. In that moment, she was simply intrigued. The voice was reaching out from the rain. There was no one in the streets; it was probably her imagination, she told herself, but it didn't matter.

"Who are you?" She inquired. The girl heard a little chuckle, then-"Take a guess." She thought for a moment, then continued with, "A hallucination?" She wasn't sure what the word meant, but it seemed to fit.
Another chuckle. "No, I'm quite real. I'm the rain itself, I suppose. Just that."

She played cautiously upon her words, "The rain is just... water, though."

"The human body is made up of a lot of water too, mind you," Retorted the boy, or whatever he could be called. "You know what I mean," She said in exasperation, frowning against the glass window. "I do. And to answer your question, everything talks. Took you a while to hear me, but everything has a voice."

They became good friends, it seemed. The voice and the girl. The girl and the voice. They were one. She was the one who talked to the rain, the lunatic. Those summers, unbelievably dry and warm, were especially harsh for her, but the town was in a rainy area. They spoke often.
He healed her, brought her back to life. She was never quite the same, though.

It didn't matter.

[wrote way more than i was expecting to ;A;]

[Khefri-Sun]

@aquamarine; ;A; Beautifully written, but so sad. x_____x
@Kitteh :3; I'd really love to read more ^-^''

I haven't posted here in a while...

Rena [♀] | ??? [?]

She was always the girl with the bad attitude.
Rena was boyish and rough, the type of person who always walked around with a scowl on her face; because of this, she was considered uninteresting. In her town, everyone preferred the delicate type, the women with no independence who dressed in lavish robes and covered their faces with fancy cosmetics, turning their skin ashy white and their lips an uncanny bright red color. The girl herself was naturally pale and was definitely pretty, yet nobody really noticed this about her. People saw her, headphones on, wearing the old, washed-out clothes she loved, and hurried by without a word.

Rena lived with her parents and little brothers in an old house that had been built back in the Victorian Era. It was a beautiful, intricate place, perfectly breathtaking with its grandeur. Even during the turn of the 21st century, the town was faded and quiet, just like it had been over a hundred years ago. Rarely any cars were seen in the streets. The only school in the area was a run-down building, so many families had moved out to seek better educations for their children. There weren't many children in town. Rena's ninth grade consisted of twelve students, seven boys and five girls.

Most families were poor and had trouble finding work; others were rich and actually lived in big cities like London—they simply owned houses in the town because they had nothing better to do with their money.

Rena's family, on the other hand, was neither of the two. They had a respectable amount of money, but they weren't rich, weren't poor. The child's father worked in the city and only came back on the weekends. Her mother didn't work, seeing as she was too busy with Rena's baby twin brothers, who were barely six months old. Rena also had an older sister named Anne who had recently graduated from a good university. Her sister was a perfect little thing; she played piano, danced, and had wonderful grades. Their parents sometimes would never understand why Rena was so academically challenged whereas her sister had had it easy all along, without even putting effort into what she did.

Rena had long since shut herself out from the world. She used to argue constantly with her parents, who put pressure on her in hopes that her grades would improve. It simply wouldn't happen. The girl was certainly intelligent, but school felt like a prison to her. So she wore those headphones and listened to music all day long, as though it were her escape. She enjoyed life like this, indulging in her only pleasure. At first, she would walk outside for a while, stepping over the gray cobblestones, but this was too painful for her, for some reason. She missed a lot of school, weary and tired and locked inside her room. Her parents had given up reasoning with her.

They let her go.

Things had been glued back together with their subdued acceptance, but they fell apart again with Anne's visit. Her sister came knocking, a little smile dancing on her lips, light hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her parents, at the mere sight of her, had nearly fainted from relief. They were tense and bitter with what they called Rena's failure, and seeing Anne so perfectly sane brought all the hope back into them.
Rena didn't know that Anne had come—she heard the sound of happy chattering and her brothers crying downstairs, but found nothing unusual with this. But then her parents came to her room and dared to knock, and shouted with that loud obnoxious voice of theirs that Anne had come to visit. Rena couldn't hear them over the sound of her music, but she did catch her sister's name.

She let a few words slip, from a dry mouth that hadn't spoken in weeks. "I don't wanna see her."

"Rena, you haven't seen her in five years!"

"I don't care. I hate her."
The truth was, Rena had never liked Anne. Anne had always been perfectly nasty to her; why should she be any better now? Yet her two sentences had caused the final unraveling of her parents—they somehow had bolted through the locked door, and now they stood in front of her. Rena was a mess. She hadn't bothered to take a shower in a while now, and her hair was in knots. Her lips were pale, colorless, and she was thin, too thin. Her eyes were red and she looked exhausted, as though she had been unable to sleep all those nights.

Anne was simply delighted to see her. Her little smile was widened visibly and her eyes twinkled. She walked towards her little sister who shrank back visibly. "Don't worry, dear, I'm not going to hurt you." She eyed the headphones placed upon her sister's mess of black hair with a cautious interest, then lifted them off her head. "Mother, father, I simply adore this shade of pink. Perhaps you could give them to me seeing as I've successfully graduated from college?"
Rena's parents gave her big smiles of gratitude, as though they were absolutely relieved to get rid of the headphones and the old mp3 player that the child had held onto for so long. The young woman pocketed her new presents and smiled at Rena, who was shaking her head no but was too tired to protest. She was speechless as minutes passed and Anne eventually drove away, but she was too weak to yell at her parents.

She walked upstairs in a daze. The door wouldn't close correctly, so she left it slightly ajar. As the girl walked towards the window, she noticed that it was raining. It was the nice kind of rain, when it drizzles softly and bounces off rooftops ever so softly, skipping along sidewalks and washing away the dirt on the empty streets. The pitter patter of the rain was soothing; she swore, that within the music that the patterned raindrops created, she could hear a murmuring voice.
She stared out, pressing her nose against the glass windows of her room. "Hello?" She spoke softly.
"Hey."
She could hear it loud and clear. It was a boy her age, it seemed, talking back to her. She had probably lost her sanity, but she didn't care. In that moment, she was simply intrigued. The voice was reaching out from the rain. There was no one in the streets; it was probably her imagination, she told herself, but it didn't matter.

"Who are you?" She inquired. The girl heard a little chuckle, then-"Take a guess." She thought for a moment, then continued with, "A hallucination?" She wasn't sure what the word meant, but it seemed to fit.
Another chuckle. "No, I'm quite real. I'm the rain itself, I suppose. Just that."

She played cautiously upon her words, "The rain is just... water, though."

"The human body is made up of a lot of water too, mind you," Retorted the boy, or whatever he could be called. "You know what I mean," She said in exasperation, frowning against the glass window. "I do. And to answer your question, everything talks. Took you a while to hear me, but everything has a voice."

They became good friends, it seemed. The voice and the girl. The girl and the voice. They were one. She was the one who talked to the rain, the lunatic. Those summers, unbelievably dry and warm, were especially harsh for her, but the town was in a rainy area. They spoke often.
He healed her, brought her back to life. She was never quite the same, though.

It didn't matter.

[wrote way more than i was expecting to ;A;]

You captured my attention in the very first paragraph, O_O
I usually don't read all of the stories on here but yours caught me up and held my attention. Marvelous writing! <3
-Khe.