A Rainy Day

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

a non-fiction memoir based on a painful experience

My footsteps echoed through the empty streets. The cool spring breeze brushed past me as a few raindrops began to fall from the sky. I watched as the leaves gently swayed from their branches, everything seeming so calm and tranquil. Not anymore.


My heartbeat pounding throughout my whole body, I ran faster and harder, my sneakers bouncing off of the pavement. I felt as though I were being chased. Although not by a particular person or thing, but by the emotion I had been carrying around with me since early this morning. Anger seeping through my pores, disbelief coming charging out with every breath I took, I closed my eyes.


The image of his best friend breaking me the news replayed over and over inside my head. How could he be so cowardly not to tell me himself? I guess that I didn't know him as well as I thought, though did I ever really know him at all?


They didn't understand, not one of them. As I sat in that classroom, the arrogant smirk still on his face, they all just stared at me. It was as if they thought I was some sort of delicate china, and they were just waiting for me to shatter. Everyone told me how sorry they were, how truly strong I was. But I guess I just hid it well, because little did they know that on the inside I was in pieces.


Snapping back into reality as a cluster of boys on scooters whirred past me, their careless laughter left me wishing for the simplicity of life back then. When there was a clear line between the superheroes and villains, and we believed that good always prevailed. And perhaps it eventually does. But now, as the rain thickened, pouring down like a river, I couldn't help but wonder if that was really the case. I couldn't help but think 'why'?


Why he did this, why he didn't just tell me before I fell deeper into his gravity. All of the good memories mixing with the bad, my thoughts became a blur of words and images, all of which surrounded him. I tried sorting out what was the truth and what wasn't, but I truly had no idea where to start.


Every time I replayed the memories in my head, the pit in my stomach got deeper, my heart felt heavier, and my mind got cloudier. Coming back from this was not going to be easy. But as the sun disappeared behind the tall pines lining the forest, I decided that I had to move on, to put him behind me. No idea where to start, I blinked away the tears that stung the back of my eyes.


I pulled my hood up over my head, shielding myself from the torrential downpour that had ensued on the quiet neighbourhood. And like the storm that had corrupted my evening run, this too shall pass.

Submitted: June 06, 2017

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Joe Stuart

This is a very sad story, Paige; but you write so well that I was compelled to read through to the end. I hope that this will come to pass soon. There will be brighter days ahead. ~ Joe

Wed, June 7th, 2017 2:28am


Thank you, and I'm pleased to inform you that this story was based on an experience I had just over a year ago. Things did look up from there. I appreciate your supportive comments :))

Tue, June 6th, 2017 10:05pm

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