A Little Fall of Rain

by Lulu M

Seven fundraisers. Seven causes. One story. Every chapter in this story will be donated to a fundraiser compilation, and then posted online at the allowed date.

The fundraisers chapters will be submitted to will be promoted at the end of each chapter.

Donators will receive the chapter early, but everyone will eventually be able to read. Please check out each of the fundraisers and try to support at least one cause close to your heart.

I'm floating on my back, gliding through the waves, staring up at the wide, blue sky, watching as the clouds change shape from three-balled dildos to hairier than the hairiest man-boob. The water splashes against my skin, tracing patterns across my thighs, and if I hadn't already been wet, I'd be wet then. The world is peaceful, quiet, as perverted thoughts filter through my mind. If there is a heaven, I imagine it would be much like this.

Smooth sand against my toes as my feet trail after my body. Cool water flowing through my fingers as I lightly stroke my way to nowhere. A sea that never ends, no danger in sight, just me and calm and a feeling of satisfaction that nothing else could add to this flawless moment.

This place, this moment, this hour, minute, and second is perfect . . . almost.

Something is missing. My heaven's not yet complete. The sand is not soothing to the touch. The water doesn't hold me. The sea is just there. No companionship. What would make this perfect is if Edward was here, and then my heaven would be complete.

I fight against the loneliness, but it's almost as if I can do nothing, as if my limbs won't cooperate, as if I'm stuck floating in this endless sea forever, and suddenly, my perfect heaven isn't so perfect anymore. It's almost like a jail cell, confining me to doing nothing.

My mind struggles, but my body doesn't move. My mouth screams, but nothing comes out. I writhe. I twist. I turn, but the water remains smooth, like the undisturbed surface of glass, but glass can be broken, and I'm not sure if this reality can.

"Help!" I scream, though nothing is heard. "Edward!"

My world shifts. The blue above me becomes gray. The water rushes and blurs, sending my limp body crashing through waves growing and growing in size. Walls appear out of the madness. I try to swim through the sea, grasping onto a metal rail desperately, trying to pull myself out.

People are yelling, shouting orders, and making my brain spin inside my skull. What are they saying? Who are they talking about? Where am I?

Surgery. Emergency. Blood. Where's Edward?!

I struggle, fighting to free myself. I can't breathe. I claw at the people, yelling at them to free me. Let me go. Let me go. But no one listens, and my world keeps blurring by so fast. I don't understand anything. I thrash, turning my head from side to side, when I see it. Blue. So blue. Deep blue. Apologetic blue. Pulling me under where I don't want to be.

"Help!"

This is a teaser for chapter one of the Fundraiser Journey. The entire chapter has been submitted into the Back to School Fundraiser. Donations are accepted until October 5. For more information, visit projectteambeta . com