Spring Rain (standard:other, 759 words)
Author: Zach Day	Added: Feb 13 2002	Views/Reads: 3271/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Fic. Story about a teen who gets a visit from an old friend.

Spring Rain 

A knock on the door woke Shane from his peaceful slumber. Killing and
shattering his web of sweet dreams in one simple sound. 

“What is it?” He mumbled into his pillow, just loud enough for who ever
was on the other side of the door to hear him. He tried to drift back 
into dream land. 

“It’s almost two o’ clock get your butt out of bed” His mothers voice
boomed from the other side of the thin door. The slur in her voice told 
him she was already half drunk, and working on the other half.. 

“I’m working it, kind of,” He rolled over and slipped his feet onto the
plush black carpet in his room. “At least I don’t have to listen to you 
anymore if I wake up,” He laughed to himself. 

He gathered his thoughts and tried to get his dream back, or more so his
thoughts. He wanted to kill his parents and leave the back woods town 
that had stuck him in. To leave the town that was eating him whole. No 
one could forget the fact that the town had a way of making people 
stay. Shane himself had seen it happen. A senior would graduate from 
High School then not go on to collage. Instead they would stay home and 
make more babies and become white trash just like the rest of the town. 
t was a cycle his parents were part of and he wasn’t going to be the 
next in line. 

His head and neck hurt from sleeping wrong last night, probably from a
nightmare that lingered on the fringes of his brain. Stretching his 
arms out to the side and arching his back he looked like some half 
naked superficial god. 

Just as he closed his eyes and yawned another knock at his door, yet
again breaking the peace of his room. 

“Don’t forget about your friend today” It was his drunk mother again.
Couldn’t she just leave him alone? 

If by some unseen force of nature took hold, someone was knocking on his
bedroom window. Shane’s first reaction was to naturally walk over to 
the window to see who it was. Strangely enough it was the very friend 
his mother was talking about. 

“Hey, I was just thinking about you man” Shane said as he pushed the
window open with one hand and some dreadlocks out of his face with the 
other. 

His friend Post just smiled a bit. He was never one for talking to much.
He would rather express himself in written word, art or in his music. 

“It’s hard to believe it’s been five year Post,” Shane’s left had
wrapped around the neck of his black bass guitar. 

Both Shane and Post played bass in the same band. The sounds the two
made come from the instruments was amazing, and were unrivaled in town. 


Post cocked his head to the side in a bird-like manner and shrugged his
shoulders. As he did so the skies opened up and let lose a light spring 
shower. 

“You want to come inside Post?” Shane softly asked when he noticed Post
was getting soaked. 

Post only shook his head no. As he did something fell from his hair.
Shane didn’t notice anything he was to busy taking in the sight of Post 
standing in his window soaked, smelling of boy and rain. 

He had always had a little crush on Post. There was just something about
the boy that made him feel so much for him. Maybe it was his jet black 
shoulder length hair, or his ice blue eyes that always sparkled when he 
was with him. 

His eyes fell on a trail of red dripping down from behind Post’s ear
cutting through the rain that was following the same path. Shane knew 
it was time. 

Post lifted his had as if to wave good-bye. From somewhere deep within
the house a clock chimed out three o’ clock. Post turned to leave his 
spot in front of the window. As he did the hole in the back of his head 
became visible to Shane as it had four other times before this. The 
hole wasn’t full of gore as it had been when they found him, but it was 
still there. 

Post only took a few more steps away from the window before he vanished
out of sight. 

“Good-bye friend” he said with a  sigh as a few tears found their way
down his cheeks, mixing with the rain that was splashing on his face. 


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