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The hushed, soothing raindrops hit the stiff roof, she loved the rain… to her it just seemed so majestic, yet orderly, in tact, yet free. It kind of reminded her of her mother; maybe that’s why she loved it so much. Now that she stopped to think about it all her happy memories have been on rainy, overcast days, like today. It seemed that while she was growing up it was always raining when she was happy. Except that dreadful night, some years ago…when her mother had gone. Chantelle remembered it like it was yesterday, because before that night Chantelle was living the perfect life, the one everyone wishes to have. They were bonding, watching some movies together, when her mom fell off the couch and didn’t move. Chantelle watched as her mother grabbed her throat and stopped breathing. She got up to call an ambulance, but her mom pulled her down next to her, and mumbled what she could, “No, it’s time” she held Chantelle close, “I…I…lo…” and then it was over, her hands dropped and her eyes closed, Chantelle wouldn’t let go, all she could do was cry. She finally got up, and cried louder, she new she could’ve saved her, why didn’t she let her, she’d still be here right now, if she had only let go and called the ambulance, she tore up the house, bashing windows and mirrors. That night was one of the most rapid and fierce storms known to that little town. The rest of that night and the next day are nothing but a blur to her now. But watching her mother die right before her eyes and being only 14 years old at the time, tore Chantelle up inside. Tonight exactly five years after that tragic event Chantelle sat by the cold thick window in her room.
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