Cloudy Evening. Part I

Sabrina looked anxious as she paced back and forth in her bedroom. She could hear the shouting in the kitchen downstairs in the house, her parents were fighting after just receiving the news. She flopped on her bed, then instantly turns over after receiving a shock on pain from her chest “I keep forgetting that they keep growing.” she said to herself. some tears dripped down her face, as quietly lay on the bed. The argument downstairs was getting louder, and Sabrina could hear the exchange between her two parents. Her father’s voice began to calm down a bit.

“We have to support her in this time, she needs a family right now. We can’t give up on her.”

“But he has been lying to us for seven months now, I still won’t let my son go.” said Sabrina’s mother though her distraught emotion. “If we have to get him to stop, does he even know what he is doing?”

“Of course she does.” Her father said, much calmer now. “She just wants our support through this transition.”

“Fuck this!” Her mother said in an angry tone. “I’m going out for a smoke,”

Sabrina heard the front door slam.

“Honey wait.” Sabrina’s father said as he went out the door.

From her open window she could hear the car engine turn on, her mother’s horn blared, and her father yelled after her. She heard the other car start, and both car sounds faded away into the distance. Everything was quiet now.

Sabrina got up from her bed, the lights were off in the room and there was a lack of shadows anywhere. It smelled like it was going to rain soon. She threw on her new teal hoodie and walked down the stairs of her house into the entryway. She glanced back at the kitchen, and saw the bowl where her mother’s dog muffin use to eat out of. She put on her converse and, took the suitcase which was still at the entry way from when she got back to the house earlier that evening. Walking quietly towards the door, she put her hand on the brass knob she would touch so many times before. Images of her happily leaving and coming home to a happy family, a family who loved her. She looked up at the ivy trimmed mirror that hung on the side wall of the entryway, her eyes met her reflection and it captivated her for a moment.

“Look how much you have changed.” She said to herself, the tears stopping for a moment. Her hair had some lingering purple from the last time she dyed it but the pinkish blonde was returning to brown near the roots of her hair. Her face was much more feminine than it was a few months ago, a softer expression of brown eyes stared back at her, with red cheeks still streaming with tears. She licked her finger and quickly rubbed off some eyeliner that was starting to run from the tears. With a half smile she opened the door and took a step into the cool autumn air, she inhaled and picked up her suitcase to descend the two cobblestone steps, placing the suitcase wheels on the black pavement. Sabrina closed the door and made sure it was locked, then grabbed the handle of her suitcase and starting walking. The suitcase leaned and the extending handle clicked into place as she made her way down the driveway. As she approached the end of her driveway she turned left to walk the sidewalk to the end of the cul-de-sac on her street.

She passed the blue house next door which was recently sold, then the pink house which was home to a childhood friend who moved away while she was at college. She paused at the third house peering through the window. An illuminated dinner table, with a family of four, their faces were bright, laughing and enjoying each-other’s company. Sabrina turned as some salty droplets fell on the sidewalk, dampening the area in front of her, she continued. A strong wind blew her hair back and it smelled of dampness as the leaves showed their lighter underside. The wind cooled her face and it made her eyes dry and water a little bit more. She continued walking until her house was out of sight. Sabrina felt a weight on her shoulder and collapsed on the cement sidewalk crying. Her phone started to vibrate but through her sorrow should could not hear it. More drops began to fall, this time though from the sky.