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It was raining.
Sweet summer rain.
The kind of rain that comes after scorching heat. The kind of rain everyone loves. The kind of rain that makes the whole family come out of their houses to look up into the sky, smiling, and watch the rain fall.
How he loved to do that, but couldn't. Not only because he had no real family, but also because of them.
Because of them he sat here, in his old, broken room, staring at the chipped ceiling. Oh how he hated them for it. He hated them for the fact that they were probably standing outside, enjoying the rain. Not even thinking about him.
Had they ever done?
He hated them for the fact that he was no one to them, just a scapegoat, disposable.
He hated them, everyone.
One day he would show them. He would show them all the pain, all the suffering he had indured his entire life.
They would be shocked, at first. Then they would say nothing, but they would stare at him. Pity en sorrow shining in their eyes. And when they would, he would walk away, quitely. Out of their lifes. Lifes he never really was a part of.
He would dissepear...forever.
He wanted to rest. So badly, but he couldn't. Not yet. He had to go on, not for them, but for his rest. And he would get his rest, he knew that. Just later then he truly wanted.
It was raining. He liked that.
It was the kind of rain that would come to flush away all the blood, to cloud the horrible happenings. It was the kind of rain that would be the last thing he saw, when he finally closed his eyes. It was the kind of rain that would make him and his true family look down to earth and smile.
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