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Join Date: May 2005
Location: Illinois, USA
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"Rain Drops and Bullets"...angsty suicide story.
Okay this is actually part of and book I've been working on since 6th grade, but since three years of work and I haven't finished it I'm gonna put this aside for now as a short story.
I haven't done any editing on it yet, so it's still in it rough version. Anyway tell me what you think, what I should change, etc...
"Rain Drops and Bullets"-
Adam desperately dialed Sam’s number. He felt like he was going to be sick, he didn’t want to know what her reaction would be…no, he couldn’t imagine what her reaction could be. He looked down at the black top, in the water there was an eerie red tint. It made Adam’s stomach sick
He finished dialing the number and held the phone up to his ear, praying someone would pick up. It rang 4 times.
“Hello?” said a sleepy voice on the other side. Adam was slightly relived at Sam’s voice.
“Sam” he tried to control the shaking in his throat, “Y-you need to come down here, now”
“Adam? Why on earth are you calling my house at” Sam paused, most likely looking at her clock, “11: 57 at night?”
“Sam I can’t explain it now, j-just come down here. I’m by the flower shop”
Sam was quiet for a minute, then simply said, “Okay”
“Bye” Adam didn’t hear Sam say good-bye; he knew she must have already hung up.
Now that his task was done he allowed the dizziness of shock to flow over him. He clung to the pole the phone was on; wishing voices would stop telling him that it was all his fault.
“All my fault, all my fault. Oh God! Why did I follow David! This never would have happened if I would have just stuck to my own business” the 16 year old paced around, refusing to look down the darkened ally that bounced in and out of his vision. He was completely unaware of the cold rain drops that were pounding on his head and making his ear-length hair become saturated and heavy.
Adam felt his knees give way, and he dragged himself across the sidewalk so he could rest against the brick wall of the flower shop…
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Sam got dressed quickly. Adam’s call had deeply worried her. His voice was shaky and his sentences short and laced with horror; images of Adam crawling to the phone with bloody, severed legs crept across her sleepy and slow mind.
She pulled on her Converse and ran down the stairs again. Before her feet touched the kitchen floor she began scanning the countertop for the keys to her parent’s car.
Her eyes found nothing.
She growled in frustration and recklessly ran to her parent’s bedroom. She was about to open the door and walk right in, but thought better of it and knocked.
A few seconds later her father opened the door, clad in boxer shorts and messy hair.
“Hmhmm?” he mumbled, then yawned.
“Dad I need the keys to the car, where are they”
“The keys? Why would you need the car at this hour?” Mr. Taylor seemed to wake up at little more.
“Adam called, he said I needed to come down to the flower shop” Sam said very quickly, hoping her father would hurry up.
“And did he say why?”
“No”
“Then it can wait till morning”
“Dad! He sounded really upset, I’m worried. Please give me the keys”
Mr. Taylor sighed, “Fine, but I’ll drive you. It’s too late for you to be out on your own and I don’t trust that hormone hurricane you call your friend”
Sam felt relived for the moment…
Somehow Mrs. Taylor ended up coming with Sam and her father, but only after scribbling a note for Sheldon, Sam’s younger brother. Mr. Taylor drove slower than usual because of the wet roads; San Antonio, Texas was not known for good roads. Sam’s heart was beating like crazy, she was terribly nervous about what news or sight may await her.
She watched as familiar buildings go by, and with each passing structure her mind seemed to overflow with horrific thoughts.
Is Adam hurt?
How bad is he hurt?
Will he make it through the night?
What if Adam hurt someone else?
Sam wished for silence in her mind, but the wish was not granted.
She looked back out her window; she noticed the familiar sign of Buck’s Pizza, which was only 2 stores away from the flower shop. Eagerly and nervously Sam looked down the road trying to see what Adam had called about. She saw a figure crumpled up on the ground. She recognized it by the hair on its head.
“Adam” she breathed, fearing the worst.
Before the car even stopped Sam opened her door and ran to him.
She kneeled, and pushed his drooping head up.
“Are you alright?”
Adam nodded, “I’m f-fine”
He looked very pale, like he was going to throw up. Sam noticed an odd substance next to Adam that could only be vomit.
“Why did you call then?”
Adam swallowed hard, his adams apple bouncing as he tried to speak, “In… in the ally. I followed David when h-he was coming home. Cuz I saw him pushing y-you around, I wanted to tell him he’s lucky to have you for a girlfriend and that you…that you deserve better. He got really upset and started talking about how hard he had it, and he pulled out a…a… oh God! Sam it’s all my fault! If I just would have let him be!”
Sam was afraid to ask Adam to tell her more; he was already on the verge of hyper-ventilating.
“In the ally?” she dared herself to say, hoping Adam could keep what was left of his sanity.
Adam nodded.
Sam stood up and began to walk toward the dark ally. She was numb with fear; suddenly she noticed the red tint of the water…no, red mixed in the water. It took her eyes a few seconds to recognize what she was seeing in the ally. When they finally focused and her eyes rested clearly on the heap in the ally, she felt a silent scream build inside her. She backed away, her mind reeling.
She slipped on a wet cardboard box and fell backwards, she barley felt the pain as her elbows smashed into the concrete. She continued the crawl away from the ally, ignoring the searing pain now flowing through her arms.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God……” she heard herself saying. Shock was overflowing her and she stared at her shoes trying to organize what she had seen.
Mr. and Mrs. both went and saw what was in the ally. And they both watched Sam.
She continued to sit there, not being able to full grasp image she had just seen.
Adam scooted next to Sam and spoke quietly in her ear, “Sam, before he, he…the gun…uh... he told me to tell you he was sorry for everything”
Sam felt something well up inside her and tears began the flow out her eyes. Uncontrollable tears of sorrow and regret.
She found herself in a familiar place…Adam’s arms. Although the times before weren’t this grieve. She felt the hands of her parents land on her shoulders and back as she cried into Adam’s chest. She knew those cold hollow eyes would haunt her forever…
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