She lays her head on the window sill. Her head pressed against the cold glass. She watches as the rain hits the ground below. The sky seems so gloomy. The grey in the sky reminds her off how she feels. But why is the sky gloomy? It’s free. It has the freedom to cry, and everyone rejoices when it does. It’s free to make its own decisions.
She peels her face from the window and wipes the fog away with the torn up sleeve of her black hoodie. She looks down at the rags her sweatshirt has become. Why does everything in her life have to fall apart? Why can’t she have one thing that stays together? It’s not just a hoodie. It’s her security blanket. It’s her safe place. When she’s in it, she feels invisible to the world. Which is exactly where she wants to be. She’s free from judgement. Free from whispers. Free from social interaction.
The sound of her phone ringing snaps her back to reality. She reaches down in hopes of an invite to go out, even though she doesn’t want to and will probably cancel anyways. She just wants to feel important. The screen reads Mom… in all reality the best friend she has.
She places her head back on the window and wraps a blanket around her. Just between a few clusters of clouds, she sees a rainbow. A reminder that in the darkness there is always a glimmer of hope, a reason to smile. Nothing proves it better than a rainbow.
There’s always a reason to smile. Sometimes we have to distract ourselves and before we can see the beauty in the rain.