Chapter 2 - The Rain Begins
Submitted January 22, 2006 Updated January 22, 2006 Status Incomplete | Death, that final moment when you see the world for one last time. Ragged breaths and shattered memories, death...the ending. But for me...death is only the beginning.
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Chapter 2 - The Rain Begins
Chapter 2 - The Rain Begins
::Part One::
The Rain Begins...
The rains had finally come, we were all fearing a dry spell. It wouldn't go well with Papa loosing his job. We needed the money from the crops. Damn that Mr. Blackwell and his order of lazy no account men. They were realy good for nothing more than getting drunk and raping young women, yet Mr. Blackwell had faith in their work. My father was a carpenter working endlessly for the tirant Nathaniel Blackwell. a man who most of our town revered. To me, he was a fat lummox with nothing more to him than a good last name.
The Blackwell family had practically run the town of Shistoba since the dawn of time, most believe they were the first to ever create settlement here. But I digress.
My father, Wang Yomin was a kind and generous man with a loyal and caring background. There was no mistake that he was quite true to his roots. A noble and domestic Chinese man, the easiest way to describe the man I once loved so dearly. At any rate, the rain. Yes, the rain had began to fal across the land as father returned home from the Blackwell residence. A dark look upon him, solemn and grim. My mother imediatly entrusted me to fetch the tea. Father could always be calmed by a steaming cup of green tea. It seemed, however that tea would not calm the mood he'd fallen into this time. My father, although gentle and passionate was still a man, stern and proud. His hand slammed down upon the wooden table and the small cup of scolding tea exploded against the wall. My mothers frail voice ringing out many foul chinese words as her scolded my father. Wang Mei, my mother was a fiesty character her appearance magestic yet fragile, her mind independant. Denying her parents in their attempt to push her into a vestel world. Mei was not one to ever obey the rules, she always ran agaisnt the grain. It had been her idea to flee China in an attempt to escape their families haste towards their love. It had been her who brought them to this small town in the middle of no where now chastised by the 'man.' When my father began to grow soft on her, her eyes seemed to eminate a horrifying glow and she released a monster. No, not a real live moster. It's a figure of speech.
Anyway, Mei was not happy with my father being so upset over this loss of a job. She reasurred him that things would be just fine in the morning and there was nothing to worry about. My heart was heavy. No job? What would this mean for us? Would we no longer be able to partake in the things we once enjoyed? Would a lack of gold send us packing to another home? I'd known young women before whose parents could not afford to keep them, so they were sold in markets to the highest bidder. Would that become of me? Was I to become a slave? Through heavy breaths I trudged off into the back of our quaint home where a small cot blanketed with warm linens sat awaiting me. As I lay there in the darkness, hearing the rain and the murmer of my parents festivities in the next room over I knew things would not be fine. Something deep within my soul burned, things were not right.
The Rain Begins...
The rains had finally come, we were all fearing a dry spell. It wouldn't go well with Papa loosing his job. We needed the money from the crops. Damn that Mr. Blackwell and his order of lazy no account men. They were realy good for nothing more than getting drunk and raping young women, yet Mr. Blackwell had faith in their work. My father was a carpenter working endlessly for the tirant Nathaniel Blackwell. a man who most of our town revered. To me, he was a fat lummox with nothing more to him than a good last name.
The Blackwell family had practically run the town of Shistoba since the dawn of time, most believe they were the first to ever create settlement here. But I digress.
My father, Wang Yomin was a kind and generous man with a loyal and caring background. There was no mistake that he was quite true to his roots. A noble and domestic Chinese man, the easiest way to describe the man I once loved so dearly. At any rate, the rain. Yes, the rain had began to fal across the land as father returned home from the Blackwell residence. A dark look upon him, solemn and grim. My mother imediatly entrusted me to fetch the tea. Father could always be calmed by a steaming cup of green tea. It seemed, however that tea would not calm the mood he'd fallen into this time. My father, although gentle and passionate was still a man, stern and proud. His hand slammed down upon the wooden table and the small cup of scolding tea exploded against the wall. My mothers frail voice ringing out many foul chinese words as her scolded my father. Wang Mei, my mother was a fiesty character her appearance magestic yet fragile, her mind independant. Denying her parents in their attempt to push her into a vestel world. Mei was not one to ever obey the rules, she always ran agaisnt the grain. It had been her idea to flee China in an attempt to escape their families haste towards their love. It had been her who brought them to this small town in the middle of no where now chastised by the 'man.' When my father began to grow soft on her, her eyes seemed to eminate a horrifying glow and she released a monster. No, not a real live moster. It's a figure of speech.
Anyway, Mei was not happy with my father being so upset over this loss of a job. She reasurred him that things would be just fine in the morning and there was nothing to worry about. My heart was heavy. No job? What would this mean for us? Would we no longer be able to partake in the things we once enjoyed? Would a lack of gold send us packing to another home? I'd known young women before whose parents could not afford to keep them, so they were sold in markets to the highest bidder. Would that become of me? Was I to become a slave? Through heavy breaths I trudged off into the back of our quaint home where a small cot blanketed with warm linens sat awaiting me. As I lay there in the darkness, hearing the rain and the murmer of my parents festivities in the next room over I knew things would not be fine. Something deep within my soul burned, things were not right.
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