Three years ago....
It was just another stormy night. Another stormy stormy night. I hate thunder and any loud noise, it scares me. Really scares me.
Thats why I'm hiding.
I'm hiding under my blanket in the corner of my room. Why wont anyone come and save me? Why wont anyone come and comfort me? Do they think just because I'm thirteen, a teenager that I can't be treated as a kid?
They are wrong.
My parents need to learn to care for me more. I wont be able to handle this much longer.
"Agh!" I scream. The loud boom of the thunder paralyzed my body. I wish someone would just come in here and save me.
Save me oh please save me.
Another loud boom erupted and made me jump.
I wiped the fresh tears streaming down my cheeks. Why must I be cursed to be so terribly afraid of this?
I then heard a faint sound of footsteps. Finally!
My door swung open, but it wasn't my mother or father. I didn't know who it was, but he was my age.
"Kari." he said coming next to me.
I couldn't speak, but how did he know my name?
"It's alright, don't worry you know me."
I shook my head, but then let out another scream when more thunder boomed.
He wrapped his arms around me and I closed my eyes.
I couldn't hear anything, I wasn't afraid.
But that was only the beginning of it all. He started going to my school the next day, and he became my best friend.
He had managed to come to me when there were storms all that year, then the next. But when I turned fifteen he rarely came, and now sixteen he never does...or hasn't yet.
So this is the start of the story.