Autumn Rain

Eleventh month of the year, on the 29th day. Armagh, Ireland. Just another normal day, windy and rainy as hell, gazing at the window, thinking of the lessons to come at the Gate Theater. As the flickering light from the living room lamp dies, I turn to the hope that the sun will come out to help me trough my day. Time slowly dies as I wait for the rain to stop, just to see if I can tread into the wild that is my little town of Dublin. I leapt over the hideous brick red sofa, that old coffee table with last Month “Dublin Arts Now” and opened the front door in frenzy. As I stood at the door, the cold autumn winds embraced my pale skin and hear the rain. Without thinking I grab my bag and run to the theater passing through Thomas Street and St. Patrick’s Cathedral, turned left to the Grattan Bridge. The bridge where I would observe the stripped gold and silver fish that swam as a ballerina in the “Sugar plum fairy”, calling him Billy.

Running until I reach the theater, trying to breathe as the oxygen burned trough my lungs like my first time drinking 50-year-old whiskey with Brad after midterms last year. Gasping for air, Eoin and Brad scare me while asking me: What I did last night? Silently slumping as I tell them that nothing happened, they started talking about their latest conquests. While their conversation turned to what we did last Friday I the tavern I put on my brightest and fakest smile and laughs, quickly turning to my position on the stage as the professor enters the room. As I shove Eion to stop pestering me a waterfall of emotions crash on me, for little did they know that last night I was thrown out after I tried to commit suicide for everything they hate I am…