Set Fire To The Rain (For Based Off a Song)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

For "Based Off a Song"


I didn’t care if the school was set on fire with that flame, I didn’t care about the consequences. All I cared about was burning the pain and demolishing it, leaving only ashes.

I’ve set fire to the rain.

And I’m going to let it burn,
Let it burn.

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A/N- Made for "Based Off a Song", Enjoy!

I woke up with the sound of water dropping. Each sound would replace another. Making the sounds endless. I stood up and dragged my feet to the window. When I made it I opened the floral pink curtains, only to be met by darkness. I sighed, another rainy day at school. I walked slowly to the toilet with my back slumped, eyes still narrow from the late night I had crying alone. I stopped at the sink and slowly brushed my teeth.

When I looked in the mirror to see the circular blue eyes that I had were now all swollen up from yesterday. Horrified, I washed my face to see if there was any sign of improvement.

None.

I dabbed a tiny bit of eyeliner and mascara to block it out. Seeing as it got a tiny bit better, I added more. Until it looked like I had dark circles. Not bothered to remove it, I changed to the clothes I had laid out yesterday, knowing that I wouldn’t be bothered today. After forcing myself into them, I grabbed my bag and hung it on my shoulders. Ignoring the breakfast my mom had prepared for me, I hopped on to the dark blue motorbike that I had got last year and started the engine. It wasn’t exactly a motorbike, it was actually a scooter, but I like the term motorbike better. I put my helmet on. Only so that it would block me from the water. I didn’t mind my clothes getting wet; I didn’t mind a lot of things these days. I pushed the pedal and drove off to school, making the engine roar. Riding my motorbike/scooter were the only times that I felt happy, since him.

Arriving at school earlier than usual because my anger had led me to push the pedal harder, I parked my bike and opened the doors to my personal living hell. Ordering myself to head to my locker, I slumped slowly, taking each step with caution. When I made it to my destination. A sigh of relief escaped through my lips.

“Hey there gorgeous!”

Of course, it was too good to be true.

“Hey Oren,” My voice managed to say.

As darkness made the rain pour harder, he leaned in and kissed my lips for a moment. But that kiss saved me. It still gave me butterflies.

“Looks like someone didn’t wake up in the good side of bed, did they Freya?” He said chuckling.

Resisting the urge to tell him that I wake up like this everyday, I clutched my fists. My hands stayed strong, but the look he gave me made my knees weak, making me want to fall to his arms.

‘Get a hold of yourself,’ I thought, reminding me whom exactly I was talking about.

He leaned in yet again; making his lips brush on mine. Oren gave me a cheeky grin.

“I’ll see you later!” He told me, running off.

I slammed my locker and stormed off my homeroom. Honestly, if a stranger saw us just then, he would never suspect that we had broke up three weeks ago and that I hated his guts. When Oren broke up with me, I thought that it would be the usual relationships I had. Never see him again. But when he kissed me like nothing happened, that made me jump to Afghanistan. It took me days to figure out the game that I would always lose in. To him, I was just his kissing buddy until he found a new one. Oren treated me normally to make me still love him.

I hated it.

I opened the door to my homeroom and slumped down on my usual seat. I laid my head against the desk. Everything was better with him. I could just close my eyes, wanting it for eternity. Just me and him, and nothing could ever be better.

But there was a side to you that I never knew at that time. All the things that you said, they were never true. And the games you play now, you always would win.

And I was tired of that.

I left my bag to leave it as evidence I was here and stormed outside the room. School didn’t officially start till 30 minutes later so Oren would still be out there, somewhere. The first place that came up to my mind was his homeroom. But it was empty. Then was his locker. Not a trace. Then there was the cafeteria, but there was still the same answer. Running out of ideas, I thought of taking the risk to go to the mens. But that thought soon went to the bin as I saw Oren’s body shape outside. Of course he was smoking, he did that every spare time he had. Storming outside, I finally noticed how much it was pouring. I was surprised he was actually smoking in this weather. But where else would he smoke then?

Storming over to him, lightning struck through the grey clouds, matching my mood. Rain poured down, dripping slowly down on my hair. I took out the lighter in my pocket I would use when I felt like smoking, which Oren persuaded me of doing.

“Oren!” I shouted in the pouring rain.

With all the madness, I wasn’t sure if he heard me. But he slowly moved his head in my direction. I walked closer to him, water splashing as my feet met the ground. When he saw me, he gave me a grin. The grins said he used to make girls fall for his feet, which I will never be falling for again.

“Aren’t you wet Frey-”

I cut off his dirty joke by touching his face, tracing the raindrops that fell down. Taking deep breaths, I flicked on the lighter I was holding. In a matter of seconds, the light extinguished with the rain. Oren gave me a confused look, but soon leaned in. My instincts taking over, I took a step back and walking over to the nearest bush. I flicked the lighter on again, and passed the orange flame on to the leaves, making it slowly burned with the rain. I hadn’t realized all the tears on my face that were disguised with the raindrops. I gave Oren one last look, confusion was written all over his face.

“W..what are you doing?” He asked as if he was almost scared.

“Setting fire to the rain,” I whispered out a moment later.

I turned around with the heel from my combat boot, not daring to look back. I didn’t care if the school was set on fire with that flame, I didn’t care about the consequences. All I cared about was burning the pain and demolishing it, leaving only ashes.

I’ve set fire to the rain.

And I’m going to let it burn,

Let it burn.

Characters!!!!

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Freya

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Oren


Submitted: May 18, 2012

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