Elysia's POV
August 17
Rain patterned against the window softly. I pressed my hands against the cold glass and stared out into the vacant world with a sigh.
I truly hoped for some puddle-hopping, or at least being able to go outside. But of course, everyone talks of "omens" and such. School was even cancelled due to the storm.
Lightning flashed overhead brightly with an erratic crack. I pulled myself away from the foggy window. I passed by the newspaper sitting on the dining table.
"Threatening Storm Keeps Residents of Flagstaff Inside"
I pushed it aside so I could sit down.
I sat with my head in my hands as thunder shook the house with its roars. I stared at my reflection on the pristine table.
My short, black hair was quite messy because I haven't bothered to properly brush it out.
I absentmindedly began to pick up a spare pen and start copying down a verse onto the stray newspaper.
Coaxed into the rain,
My young heart strains.
To feel the drops on my cold skin,
To be with my true kin.
A yearn t-
I was interrupted by the thunder. It had snuck up so suddenly as I had gotten lost in my poem. The pen in my hand now dropped to the floor. I pushed my chair back and got up to find something to do. I was up to my neck in rainy day boredom.
I slipped off to my bedroom after making a quick decision.
I bit my lip and shivered as I opened my door. I wrapped a blanket around me and walked around my room.
The walls were lined with countless poems from over the years. I let my fingers trace over the words out of sheer boredom. I doubted the rain would abate any time soon, so I sat down at my desk with a pen in my hand.
I took careful noting of my surroundings, though no words came.
My door creaked open, causing me to back up in my chair and stall.
My cat, Reese, had stepped in for a brief visit. She turned straight around and left my door open. It was probably because of the below-freezing temperatures of my room.
I turned to the window. I was startled by something flying into the window, flapping around in the wind. It seemed like a small sheet of paper.
I carefully stepped over to the window and pressed a hand to the window before pulling it open to retrieve it. It was a bit damp, but whatever was written on it was still legible, though smeared.
A gust of wind howled outside my window, bringing more rain flying. I sighed and turned to the note.
He stalks, he wanders
From far away.
In the storm, in the rain,
He finds some to claim.
The icy breath of the wind,
The tears of the clouds,
All know that
He shall come around.
Live each moment as your last,
For who knows where he lies,
And hope that you shan't be wiped from the past
Obscured by the 'why's?'.
The last line was smudged to the point where I could not decipher it, but the rest was clearly stated. I wondered to myself whether it had gotten to my window by coincidence, or it was truly an anonymous warning. Knowing me, my mind flashed to the worst case scenario. Images of me lost in the forest, battered and bloody, filled my head.
I shoved the paper as far away from me as possible. I wiped my damp hands on my sweater and propped my feet on my desk.
I refused to believe what anyone says about these storms.
A little part of me ached to say it is true, but there was no way I could. They're just stories, made to scare.
I got up to flip the lock on my window for a brief second, just in case.
The eery sound of the everlasting wind caused me to shut the blinds for good measure. Just the sounds sent chills down my spine.
I felt imaginary needles gently prick my skin as I strode over to the heater.
The heat wavering over me brought instant relief from the icy cold. I flicked the strange paper out of sight so I could settle in peace.
My hands pressed against my cheeks, which were practically marble. The rain continued to patter against the window softly. I always loved the sound of the rain, but. It seems like nobody in this town likes anything about it.
I let my hands trace over the words on my wall once again as I inquired to myself.
My mind scanned over the same words.
It's a warning. It's a warning.
I refused to believe it.
The little part of me that strained to be heard found its voice in my head. Though it's a voice I cannot recognize.
Be warned. Trust no one. He's coming.
(A/N
I plan on editing this chapter soon, until then it's heavily unedited, sorry! Give me your opinions and inbox me with any ideas if you want, all are very welcome because writer's block is problem for me.
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