Gerard is an art student, who has returned home for a visit to see his family. But what happens, when he is dared by Billie-Joe to spend one night in an abandoned house? FRERARD - PROLOGUE
Kearny, New Jersey; the usually brilliant blue sky, tinged with pinks and oranges from the setting sun, has been consumed, by dark grey and black angry clouds. The air is thick and humid; the strong warm breeze that has been growing in strength since the late afternoon, drops and all becomes calm; the calm before the storm. The street lamps flicker into life on one street; Elm street, casting a filthy yellow haze onto the sidewalks
The sound of glass, shattering sounds from a house along the street
A brilliant white flickers across the sky with a resounding crack, just as the first of the rain drops falls, splashing across the grimy sidewalk. A few seconds later, the rolling rumble of the thunder, drowns out the sounds of moving cars and any birds that were merrily chatting away in the trees
The sound of a vase, breaking into pieces, as it hits the wall, water pooling onto the carpet, as the delicate flowers, lay amongst the jagged pieces of porcelain
"I HATE YOU!"
Another flicker across the sky, this time tinted slightly purple, the raindrops big and heavy as they crash to the ground. The resounding boom of the thunder, loud enough for all to hear
"YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY!"
A stray cat, runs across the road, just as another streak of lightning, illuminates the sky
"YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!"
"I'D RATHER BE LIKE HIM, THAN YOU!"
A door slams shut, followed by the sound of items crashing to the ground
"LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!"
The sound of frantic shuffling around a room; heavy breathing. The sound of zip opening and closing quickly
"I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!"
Silence falls in the house, just as a crack of thunder sounds louder than ever; the rain hammering down against the windows and roof echoes throughout the house. The sound of the door opening followed by footsteps storming down the stairs
"I wish I was dead."
A mere whisper. Another door opens
"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
"Well GOOD RIDDENCE!"
A choked sob
"I HOPE YOU HAVE THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!"
"Oh I will, because you won't BE THERE!"
The rain immediately soaks through the thin fabric of the hooded jacket, through the thin t-shirt
"DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK!"
"You are no son of mine."
The words are spoken with venom. The door slams shut, the sound of the lock turning, keeping the raging storm outside. Hurried footsteps pound against the sidewalks, the lightning dancing across the sky, in brilliant colours of purple, white and blue; tears mixed with rain that falls from the heavens; cries drowned out by the thunder. A single thought comes to mind; Keep running and don't look back
This is the prologue :-) and you guys will be waiting a little while before I do post the first chapter, but hopefully you won't be waiting long, a week possibly? If not longer. Be nice to know what you guys do think of it!