Hello, this is the beginning of a book im writing, and i want to share it with anyone willing to read it!
It’s midnight. The rain is pounding so hard against the roof. I love this sound. I always leave my window open when its raining. I get this...this adrenaline rush; I love the sound of the rain hitting against the house. I guess I can say its my favorite past time. Ethan is sleeping over tonight. As much as I love being alone most of the time; I hate sleeping alone. I cant stand it. Why cant I just be afraid of the dark?