Rain In Me (Working Title) - Prologue

Dear Mr. Ted Dekker, 
My name is Emma Sangalli, I am a HUGE fan, and wanted to show you by participating in Dekker Pride Day. :)
I am desperately longing to attend the Ragged Edge, and hope to meet you there!! Below is the prologue to my first novel. I was heavily inspired by your story telling and wanted you to read this. :) Thanks for being such an inspiration, and dedicated story teller.
You change lives with your writing.

May the creativity of God be with you! :)
With much love and thanks,
Emma Sangalli

Rain In Me - Prologue

By Emma Sangalli

Amanda.

Her name. She could remember that much. 

But standing here while the clouds cried on her, her memory wasn’t the best. She’d forgotten why she’d come. 

Perhaps it was better that way. Any reason she could have for being out here on a night like this was surely not worth dwelling on. 

She opened her mouth to fill her shaking body with the cool air. 

Then she screamed with everything in her heart, which wasn’t much more than a jumbled mess at the moment. Her voice crashed down the street, impossibly harmonizing with the thudding rain like a twisted piece of music. Slowly, with a little pain, she lifted the hood off her head to let the water play on her hair. 

She flinched a little from the cold tingling, and stared into the night. Past the rain, out into the street, where her voice had gone. 

The tiny pain caused her mind to try a little harder to remember why she’d come. To remember the day’s events that had led her to this moment, standing soaked in the rain. But she couldn’t. Didn’t want to. Not at the risk of defacing this moment with a much stronger pain.

She felt the stir of emotion again and her body shook more violently. Slowly, she was starting to get used to these surges, but that never took away from any of the thrill. So much raw emotion at once was like being unexpectedly pushed down an empty elevator shaft and soaring through the darkness with no ground in sight. Terrifying. Exhilarating. Alarming. 

But thrilling. Now becoming almost normal. 

That couldn’t be good, she thought. But she didn’t care anymore. And if the past few weeks were any judge, then what she was feeling now was probably going to become just that. 

Normal. 

With trembling legs, Amanda turned around and started to walk. She didn’t know why, or where, but at the same time she thought maybe her legs knew where they were taking her. Somewhere familiar. Dark, dark, dark, but familiar. She tried thinking again....

Oh. The darkness. Yes. She knew where she was going. Amanda’s legs picked up pace, and headed down the street. To a place where she was no more welcomed then a demon was welcomed to heaven. Or an angel to hell. The hell she once loved and embraced. She bit her lip and walked.

Back to the Darkness.