Rainy Sundays for some reason give of strange feelings. Feelings that I could try to explain but honestly it wouldn't exactly make sense. It wasn't always like this though. I used to enjoy rainy Sundays.

But now, everytime I look out to see such a gloomy sky, that feeling of emptiness seems to grow a bit more. I usually would curl up in bed and try and sleep it off but today seems to be a bit different. This time, I can't just sleep it off. Not what just happened only a week ago.  I'm still trying to cope with it all and honestly, it doesn't seem to be going away. Wait, sorry. I'm jumping to fast here. Let's take it a bit farther back. 6 months ago? Yeah, that should be alright.

6 months ago-

It was another rainy Sunday. I inhaled the slightly denser air as a smile crept on my lips. I always walk with an umbrella if it's poring cats and dogs when I'm out but it's just a normal rainfall. I liked the feeling of the rain hitting against my skin. It's sort of refreshing. I walked a couple blocks down until I reached my favorite stationary shop. I was in need of a new notebook to write songs in. As I scanned through the aisles, I finally found a black book with a simple band wrapped around it. I rushed over to get it but by the time I reached my hand for it, someone else got it.  A boy with light brown hair looked at me with big brown eyes that were as clear as day. He looked so small. Like a small 15 year old at most. I lowered my head down to his level. "OK, I'm not trying to be rude but is it alright if I have this book? I mean, I really need it. " I said in a more sarcastic tone than intended. The kid rolled his eyes. "Look fucker. I need this too so back the fuck up." He yanked the book from my hand and started walking off. I've never been flipped off before so I was quite surprised. I shook my head and went after him. That book was the only one left in the store and I really did need it. I caught up with him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with a lolipop in his mouth. "What the fuck do you want now?" I wanted to punch him in the face so hard but I refrained from doing so. "Well, here's the thing fucker. I was the one who got the book first so I'm kindly asking you right now to give me that damn book before things get ugly." The shorty played with the lolipop in his mouth for a few seconds and then took it out. "I would love to see how ugly things could get but your face seems to be the ugliest thing that came out of this situation. So for right now, I suggest you shut up and leave me alone, bitch." For a 15 year old, I've never heard so many curse words come out in one conversation. He walked off but then stopped and turned around. He gave me an indifferent look and stuck up the middle finger before paying and leaving.

That was the first Sunday that I hated.