It's still raining.

It's still raining

She lived in a house where the smell of decay was always present.  There were worms moving all around and the broken screens of all the windows were decorated with a million flies.  She was standing at the front door.  A black cat crossed the road that leaded to a lake not so far away from the house. 
         

                "It's still raining.  It's been raining since I can remember.  Maybe it'll never stop.  Can you see the rain falling down? Have you noticed it too?  Can you hear her endless moan?  Your company is enough.  Your company and the rain.
         
                  You're so beautiful.  A strange beauty covers your entire face.  That little face of yours that reminds me of myself.  I think you look like me.  But there's something about your pale skin that doesn't fit in.  That sometimes scares me off.  But don't worry baby.  I still love you no matter what.  Maybe it's because I don't feel so alone.  It's so strange.  I keep wondering -- why? 
         
                Greta!  Are you listening to me?  You don't talk to me no more.  The only thing you do is -- to stare at me with those big eyes.  They have become so pale with time.  It's like the brightness of them has been erased forever.  Maybe -- the rain washed off.
         
                  Look!  There's a spider looking at us from far away.  I think she's been living on that same spot for a while.  I hate spiders!  But -- I love this one in particular.  I think that she knows ... She knows more than I can remember.  Maybe I should ask her to help me bring my memory back. Don't you think?  Hum!"
   
         At that same moment, a nurse enters the room holding a glass of water and some pills. She approaches the woman and in a sweet voice said, "Good morning Susan, how are you today?  You are not talking to that doll again, are you?  Well, it doesn't matter.  I'm going to open the window so you can take a look outside, ok?  It's a beautiful day!  Don't you think?"



Author's Note:  Thinking of working on it a little more, maybe explain a little more about why she's crazy, and keeps on talking to her doll.  The reality is that she lost her daughter Greta when she was 6 yrs old.  She drawned on the lake. Comments are very welcome, and input about making it longer, or leave it like it is.  Thanks in advance!!