It was raining heavily, Robin was alone at home. The sound of thunder scared him. The sky changed colors between an electric violet and a deep, stormy black. The city rumbled rhythmically, in sync with the sullen sounds from up above…it brought back too many memories.

Robin wondered why the otherwise lively house radiated an eerie loneliness. Sighing, he got up and went to his room. The hallway was adorned with pictures of him and his parents on vacations, toasting marshmallows near a campfire, smiling just before they jumped into their pool. He closed his eyes…and it hit him all at once.

He had gone out to play in the park with Rye, that day. They were fooling around in the sandpit when the first drops of rain had hit them. The light drizzle had changed into a heavy shower very fast, and the two boys raced towards their respective houses. Just as they had gone on to the road, laughing and screaming, rain pellets hitting their face, an orange blur had come towards them at a rapid pace, its headlights blinding them.

Rye had screamed for him to move, shouted that there was a car, but Robin stood frozen. It had all happened in a matter of seconds. He remembered the wailing of the sirens, Rye’s screams, the pool of blood around him. He remembered his parents wailing, holding his hand, almost begging him to wake up…

Robin jerked back to reality. He looked at his hands, only to see the ground beneath him. He got up from his bed and went to his mirror, covered almost entirely in dust. And as he stood in front of it, his eyes caught the flicker of a candle’s flame. He followed the wisps of smoke that arose from it and saw a picture of him with a garland around it.

PS: I attempted horror for a creative writing assignment at school and it turned out pretty good, so I decided to publish it. A first attempt, so be kind.