Rain

School wasn't better either, you would get ridiculed by other kids for being less wealthier than them although that wasn't the case.

Cheap described it well. Most of your clothes were borrowed from your cousin- one of the few members left in your family who in turn considered you as something on par with dirt.


Your memories were blurry but you do remember something things like how you used to identify your sister via her shoes, how she took your money which was reserved for the school's trip....how she almost convinced you to drink bleach.

You weren't mad at her. You couldn't. She was your one and true friend.

You were bullied a lot in both high and middle social, it wasn't a surprise that you became a social outcast.

You had one hour per week to play Solitaire, pinball, freecell and the other game with the balloon kid and captain claw. You weren't allowed to go anywhere. Literally it was Home-School-Home-School and so on. no vacations either. You were raised to fear everything alien and new.

Your Mum left your dad when you were nine. He wasn't exactly lucky when it came to marriage, establishing a family but you couldn't hate him either.

The first half of your teen years were a wreck. Your first stepmom molested you on thursdays and wednesadys until she died during some operation. Your second stepmom was a cruel woman who was scheming to rip your dad's money from the start.


Your grandmother loved you dearly, she would shower you with presents while ignoring your twin sister. Over the years, this jealously morphed into pure hatred. You eventually lost her.

You were alone.

College time.

It was odd to see yourself falling and failing with each passing year. One of your few virtues were your excellent grade back in high school. This was your forte.

A crippling depression plagued you in your last year. as you would expect none of your 'friends' asked about you.

You spent five weeks and three days without a single human contact in your cheap apartment.

You could try to smoke, drink, do some drugs or weed...etc. but they would do next to nothing. you don't have enough money either ways for another crippling addiction.

The concept of love haven't invade your thoughts until recently. It was a perfect match, same interests, thoughts, views and so on.

There was one catch.

The one who caught your heart was married. You do talk a lot and meet each other on few occasions but that was just it.

You wondered what true happiness felt like. Everthing's grey, dripping with depression.

Rain.

You loved it. Soothing gift from the skies, one that would mingle with your tears to wash it away like a caring mother that you never had.

It was a shame that it didn't accompany you today. The world seemed to be small from up here.

You closed your eyes.

>Take a step forward.
>Take a step backward.

>>490616
>look down

>>490676
You have been doing that for years. You would glue your eyes to a carpet or to the floor to avoid eye contact.

Back when your family used to gather on fridays, you would do so in a corner while hearing everyone laughing, having their time.

you weren't allowed to sit on a chair. no, A stool, Always.

You had nothing to say.

You looked down once again, your pants are worn and black, your shoes shared a same fate. Your general appearance , you gave it little attention except when you found the one that made your heart beat once more.

A rooftop. In the middle of the night, in this very spot, Some neighbor used to chain a dog of his. He never took him for a walk.

One day, The dog broke his chains and jumped to its death. You wondered was the dog relieved in his last moments? Is there comfort on death?

>Take a step forward
>Take a step backward

>>490736

>Take a step backwards.

>>490736
>take a step backwards

>>490736
>Take a step forward

>>490736
Turn around 360 degrees and walk away.

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