Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

The Storm

An Original Short Story

People:
T (Tay) 
C (Counselor) 
(Itallics: Thoughts) 
(Bold: Speech) 

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A cold and stormy Saturday night... Tends to remind me of how much I lack the light. Only seeing nothing but darkness makes me think of how dark my heart has become, how numb my brain has been. Why do the stars hide behind these thick grey clouds? Perhaps they hate the darkness as much as I do... They are surrounded by darkness though. Alone up there in outer space. Twinkling up there. But they aren't the only light. Some of them have friends... Some of them don't... It must be lonely up there... 

Looking out the window. The sound of thunder and the thin strings of light breaking through the clouds. All playing a melody. The clouds appeared a dark grey, the trees dressed in black. It was summer but yet it felt cold to me. It's 12 O'Clock. And not being able to see that summer sun peek out from behind these clouds are killing me. It's like that outside world doesn't exist. I feel surrounded, engulfed in an endless void.. 

It's just as dark as night could be. Maybe even darker. It reminds me constantly of the emptiness I hold inside. Maybe I should talk to a friend? No, I'll just lay here and listen to the thunder roll. The rain washes away my loneliness. As it beats against the roof of my home, it relaxes me... 

The sound of rainstorms... They make me feel alive. Possibly because I could relate to them. The loud claps of thunder and dancing of the trees in heavy wind. The sound of the rain pounding against the ground. The clouds...The thunder... The lightning... The rain itself... 

C: What is on your mind? 

I can't tell what's on my mind. It's like scattered pieces all over the ground. These thoughts and images spin around, and I can't see them clearly... 

T: It's nothing. 
C: To me it seems like something. You are here to talk about your problems. And I can't help you if you don't open up to me. 

I don't need you to talk about my problems... I don't need anyone to talk about my problems. You couldn't help me. You wouldn't understand.... You don't understand me... 
No One Does.... 

T: ... 
C: How have you been over the week? 

I feel stressed. What happened before... I was hurt... And I'm still feeling pain... 

T: It's been good. Nothing in particular. 
C: Hm, is there anything you want to talk about? 

Yes... But not to you... Yes... But not to my mother either. Not to my farther, nor my sister.

T: No. Everything has been fine with me. 
C: Have you been feeling down? Angry? Uneasy? 
T: No. 

How long do I have to sit here and lie to you? I may need help, but I don't need it from you. You wouldn't understand me. You don't see the darkness I see... 

C: I can't help you if you don't tell me what's on your mind now Tay... 
T: ...

C: ...

How am I supposed to tell you? How am I supposed to tell you that I am hurt? How am I to tell you of my demon? When I know you'll only make him worse...