Sophie!

Okay. Some context. This is the super beginning, super rough draft of a story I started writing last summer. 

And I thought I'd be nice and share with ya'll.

Sound good? 

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   I sat in my dimly lit room and stared blankly out my window, watching the big, thick raindrops fall from the sky.  Occasionally I would hear the low rumble of thunder or the bright flash of lightning, but it never phased me; never once did it startle me. I was numb.

             

  I stared out my window unaware of the world around me, hoping somehow I could manage to vanish; to cease from existence. I didn’t care to go on living. Everything was meaningless.

   It had been two week since my older brother Julian had died in that car accident. Two week since my world had turned upside down and shattered into a million pieces. Two weeks since I had lost all desire to continue on living. I wasn't functioning, and my parents didn't seem to notice; I was okay with that though.

           

     Since Julians’s death all my parents managed to do was argue. They seemed lost. They slept late and barely did any chores. Not that I cared, I hardly ever left my room. I hadn’t gone to school since he died. I actually hadn’t done anything. I hardly ate; I hardly slept. I hadn’t touched my music or my piano; the things that usually helped me through difficult or stressful situations. I hadn’t left my house once except to go to the funeral. I hadn’t seen my friends or gone to church. All in all, I was merely a blip on the radar of society. I felt small, unimportant and overlooked.

                

     I spent my days staring out of my window, or laying on my bed staring at my ceiling. I made pictures out of the bumps that covered it. I rarely left my room, for fear of possibly catching a glimpse of Julian’s open bedroom door, or a photo of Julian. I couldn't handle another breakdown. I had no more tears left in me, no more energy to sustain my heart-wrenching and exhausting sobs. I was miserable.

Hooray! Like I said, it's just the beginning.