English: Text Production - Light Rain Began to Fall

I could see the rage begin to form, it wasn’t him, and it hadn’t been for a while now, living in a small country town, hours from the city, it was tough, where barely any help is provided for the thousands of loving families, as I soon began to realise, mine was no different. Mum, a loving mother of three, Dad, a father with hands of a labourer, Sean, a brother and well travelled businessman and myself, hardly innocent but a do-gooder none the less where about to have our lives turned upside down like a ship washed out at sea.



Drugs were a seemingly easy way to cure boredom in a town with nothing to offer, even for the most elite, it was a turning point most would have to overcome at some point or another. “Have they found him yet?” asked Rachel, with a worried but surprisingly calm look on her face, “Not yet, my rents’ are still looking, the police can’t do anything yet, but he’ll officially be a missing person after 24 hours,” I explained, trying to keep myself from breaking down. The 24 hours was almost up, and Sean was still missing, as I constantly looked at the brown heavy wooden door, every step, sound and breath sent a sudden jolt up my neck to move my head and eyes straight to the door, I couldn’t help myself to worry repeating in my head ‘he’s a big boy, he’ll be right’ if only I knew, that wasn’t the case.


72 hours had now passed, the family was exhausted, figuring out our next move was going to be the hardest possible thing to do next, and we had reached our limits, exceeded our friendships and still had no clue what was going to happen next. Would we find him? If we did, would he still be alive? Where has he been? Questions constantly being formed with no answers, frustration began to kick I’m as the first week of Sean’s disappearance had gone by. His phone was never answered, nor was ours ever called, glancing at the phone every two seconds, thinking that every time the phone did ring, it was him, but it never was, our hope was gone, our minds destroyed, a son and brother, gone for what felt like forever.


Three days into the second week, a high pitched ring, the phone. “Hello,” Dad said, tired and drained, with almost a sigh of impending doom, “Dad, Come get me, I want to come home, and I don’t know what’s happened, I can’t remember anything, all I know is I’m in Mt Gambier with no recollection of how I got here,” Sean replied with an upsetting tone, “We’ll be there soon, just don’t move,” Dad cried from the other end, as if a lasting spark of hope reignited.


As Sean walked through the door, I stared for what felt like hours, it felt as though I could see through to his soul, it wasn’t him, physically yes, but I could feel that a part of him was missing, he just wasn’t the same, and something was wrong, I could sense it with every fibre of my being as my intuition kicked me in the gut, an uneasy feeling poured through my body, nevertheless I ignored these senses, forcing everything behind a door, and locking it for good.


2 AM the back door slams, I feel my eyes widen as I awaken from a deep sleep, a figure caresses the door frame as it moves steadily across to the next room, another door slams, sitting wide awake thoughts begin to form, drugs? It can’t be, he wouldn’t, he did go missing as I debated and weighed the pros and cons in my head, the confusion set in even further, but like my first sense, I buried them, locked behind a door in my head my conscious mind wasn’t going to deal with yet another harsh blow to the family, as I decided to keep quiet, slowly I doze off back to sleep trying to forget the repressed thoughts and memories which would soon become a reality.


Awakening to an early summer day, I begin my usual routine except this time it is anything but usual. The police are at the front door, Mum and Dad still in their pyjamas, I go undetected as I begin to eavesdrop on what is being conversed between the two policemen and one police women. “There’s something wrong, he’s not the same, he has to be hospitalised,” Mum began to explain, “It’s a hard situation, he’s 19 so he’s officially legal to do what he wants,” the officer stated, as he gently glared at me, “but he lives with us, there must be something we can do, he just isn’t the same person, coming home at ungodly hours, never sleeping, and the constant fighting and yelling, he just isn’t my son, we’re asking for your help, so please just help us already,” as Mum fought back, the officers relentlessly gave in, as one took off his hat and walked into Sean’s bedroom. 20 minutes went by, as both officer and Sean walked out, “There’s a spot in the institution where Sean will be staying for a few months, hopefully tests will confirm what is actually going on,’ the officer explained as he walked Sean out to the wagon and placed him in the back. “He’ll be right,” Dad exclaimed, with a tear forcing its way down his face like light rain falling from the sky, you’ll see your brother in a few months time, for the first time in weeks I felt at ease, Dad was right, he would be fine.