❝I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.❞ | Charles M. Schulz
♕ SAIGE ♕
I felt my body shaking and I wasn't quite sure if it was from the cold or if it was because I was terrified right now.
"Mother?" I asked again, doubting that it had been my mother who slammed my door shut.
It couldn't have been the wind, my windows were closed. I crept towards the door, waiting for anything. A noise or something to tell me I'm wasn't going insane.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I slowly made it closer to my door. I reached out my hand and grabbed the knob. I stared at it intently before throwing the door open.
I instinctively squeezed my eyes closed, expecting the worst. When nothing happened, I peeked opened my eyes one at a time. What the?
There was nothing. Confused, I looked left down the dark hallway and then right. It must just be my imagination. At least, that's what I thought before I heard a familiar whimper below me.
I blinked and looked down at my feet to see big brown eyes looking at me. I felt relieved and exhaled loudly. I went down on my knees and was greeted by slobbery kisses.
"God, you scared me, Oscar." I breathed out, still shaking from my scrambled emotions.
I ran my fingers through his soft fluffy fur and scratched behind his left ear. I smiled at him as he continued to grin at me. Well, the way he's looking reminds me of a grin.
Sometimes I wish he could talk to me. But I have a good idea about what he could say to me if he could talk. His expressions give it away most of the time.
I stood up and turned to go back to my room. I heard him follow me in by the sound of his nails clicking against the floor.
The rain was still pouring outside and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon. This storm suddenly appearing didn't seem very logical. Usually, the weather people can predict the forecast.
Then again, this whole town has become a real mystery to me. I'm not so sure if I want to dig for answers. I could really get killed this time.
Oscar brushed up against my leg and trotted towards my window. He put his paws up on the windowsill allowing him to see the raging storm outside.
He unexpectedly barked and I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Slowly, I walked towards him until I was facing the window.
The trees were shaking roughly against the fast wind. The rain pelting the glass made it difficult to see clearly outside.
With no clue about what Oscar was barking at, I was about to turn away from my window to head downstairs with my blanket.
Something had caught my eye. Oscar wagged his tail and was panting against the glass, creating fog. I frowned, trying to figure out what the thing was outside.
It looked like a person was standing on my front lawn in the middle of the storm. I could see the shape of the figure, it looked like a guy. A guy who seemed familiar.
I tilted my head and pressed my face closer to the glass. Although I know it wouldn't help me see any better, I squinted my eyes. Who was this person? Am I imagining things?
Something about the outline of this person just all too familiar. It looked like the person was facing the house, but it seemed they were wearing a black hoodie.
I watched and stared in shock as the person removed their hood, being attacked by the rain. I took a step back and dropped my blanket to the floor. My mouth hung open agape.
"No...it can't be..." I mumbled and peeked out the glass again to confirm my suspicions.
I whirled around and raced out of my room. Oscar barked from behind me and I rushed down the hallway. I came thundering down the stairs, panting heavily already.
It can't be him! It has to be my imagination, but what am I doing? Am I just going to race outside to see?
Yes.
I slipped on the last step, but it didn't stop me for long. My hair was trying to blind me. I reached for the front door at the same time I heard my mother call from the kitchen.
"I found the flashlights- Saige? Why are you running?"
I wasn't thinking straight. I had only one goal in mind: get outside. I turned the knob a bit too roughly that it made a slight cracking sound. I pulled open the door and was instantly hit with the full sight of the storm.
"Saige? Where are you going?" My mother called, I heard her small footsteps enter the hallway behind me.
Without a second thought, I jumped outside and was hit with the downpour of rain. I really should care that I'm still wearing my school uniform, but I didn't. I was soaked within a few seconds.
"Carson?" I called out, trying to see through the rain.
That's who I believe was standing outside on my lawn. The moment the figure pulled their hood down, I saw the blonde hair. It had to be him, that's why the outline of the shape looked familiar.
"Carson?" I doubt anyone would be able to hear me calling out in the rain.
I ran down the steps, my shoes squishing with each step I took. I looked around frantically, trying to find where he was standing a few seconds ago. Why was I so desperate to find him?
My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing was ragged. I don't know if it was from running downstairs or because I was standing outside in a storm.
"Saige? What are you doing?" My mother yelled at me from the front door.
Water ran down my face and my hair was sticking to my skin. I hurriedly walked to the grass, puddles already had formed.
He wasn't here. It had to be my imagination. I put my hands on my face, trying to block out the thundering noises. My hands were cold and I shivered.
"Saige! Get back inside!" I barely heard my mother through all the noise.
What was I doing? Surely I had gone crazy. Everything was so messed up. I fell to my knees, right in a puddle. I hugged myself and let my wet hair fall around my face.
A few tears mixed with the rain that streamed down my face. I tilted my head up and looked towards the stormy sky. Lightning flashed across the dark clouds.
"Saige! Get in here now!" My mother's voice rang out again. I could tell she was hesitant to come out and get me.
I looked back behind me and saw her giving me a mix of worried and angry look. She stood at the door frame, ushering me to come inside.
I want to live.
I pushed myself up, chilled to the bone. Once I was up, I jogged over to her and up the porch steps. Only slipping a bit from the wet ground.
Once I made it to the door frame, my mother grabbed my shoulders and pulled me inside. She reached behind me and closed the door quickly.
I stared into her brown eyes and looked down at my feet. A puddle already forming on the hardwood floor. What was I thinking?
