Drip… drip...drip.

The rain fell through the atmosphere bringing a warm disposition to the depressing winter. I stood beneath the broken awning, which held a small hole of unsullied ground, keeping me shielded from the refreshing wet breeze. College classes had ended and I was waiting for a my father to arrive. I stood next to the front double doors of the main building.

I've been stuck at this community college since I am too broke for a university. I had decided to attend a community college for a paralegal associate's degree. I had finished half of my time there. The first year ended a month from then.

My concentration was broken as he emerged from the double doors. His blue hair was a dead giveaway. I watched as he stood adjacent to me across the double doors. He stood in the only other dry spot of the cracked awning that allowed water to seep through everywhere else.

"Hey," he gestured towards me. He seemed quiet and lacked eye contact.

"Hi Ikuto," I smiled, "I love the rain. It's so cozy," I said as I broke my gaze with the rain to glance at his profile. He stood across the way gazing out at the showering lines of droplets smiling softly. "Yeah,"

We spoke on random topics. We always had these odd conversations. He shared my strange love of history. After a while we both waited in happy silence waiting for our rides. I watched as his safe dry space got smaller under the awning.

"You want to come over here, I have plenty of space?" I questioned. "No, no," he swiftly declined. As we continued our conversation people traveled in and out of the double doors separating us.

My father turned into the long winding driveway onto the college campus, "Good by, Ikuto," I lifted my coat hood and braved the warm shower towards my father's car and hopping into the passenger side. I looked out the window beyond the rain drops berating the glass seeing Ikuto shake his head seemingly angry. I wondered if I had said something wrong or just annoyed him over all. No need to contemplate that now; I had a 'date'.

I wore my low cut black tank top and jean shorts. I stared at my bloated reflection. There was no doubt I had gained weight since high school. My hips had stretched to 2x wide and my breast had blew up to DD, but that didn't stop men.

It's been a month since I broke up with Karir. I had spent half a year trying to love him. I had lost a lot to have him, but he was negligent and emotionally abusive. We used to be such good friends before then. After I left him I promised no more dating.

Taylor is essentially a fuck friend. For almost a month now we have met up to sleep together and then leave. Neither of us was looking for emotions or romance. Before this I was a virgin and I held myself to it, but after I left Kairi it didn't matter to me anymore. I didn't always enjoy sleeping with taylor. I could be painful sometimes and I'm still fairly new to this.

I finished dressing for the occasion and snatched some protection and went out the door. I arrived and was greeted by eight large dogs. They jumped me and in the process I received a deep gash into my side from their claws. I didn't show it thought and fought through the pain. I'm not here to tend to wounds.

Before the act begun we watch a movie on his bed while he smoked. I felt the blood spill out and wield the black fabric of my shirt to my skin. It hurt to move for the fabric would tear of my side but I fought through it.

He put his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbed up and down. I wasn't feeling it but after all that happened I was used to this disgusting feeling, besides I came here anyway. Not after long I was gripping his sheets bent over only wearing my top of my stomach groaning into the bed to keep quiet. It hurt; I felt the cut tearing. He finished and I dressed and left.

It was midnight I was walking home across town avoiding cars. Taylor lived down the street from Kairi. As I turned the corner under the streetlamp Kairi arrived.

"Hey Amu, I saw you walking home I wanted to help keep company," he patted my shoulder. I sighed.I knew he still liked the idea of me and I had given up completely on him. But; It was nice to finally talk to someone since I seemed friendless currently. I agreed to him coming with me even though I knew the conversation that would ensue.

"So, Amu. What brings you on this side of town at midnight?"

"You know what I'm doing," I turned to him the expression of aggravation obvious. I continued to walk on. He walked ahead of me and cut me off.

"Why are you doing this?" He folded his arms.

"Doing what Kairi?" he swung his arms in disbelief.

"You know damn well! Why are you sleeping with him?"

"Kairi what does it matter to you anyhow who I fuck?"

"Amu," he softened up "Before; you would have never agreed to sleep with a random person. Something has changed with you. You need to talk to someone," I stood a ghast.

"There is nothing wrong with me! Why? You, Rima everyone thinks something is wrong with me. Sleeping around doesn't make me unhealthy or depressed,"

"Yeah Amu I know that. But sleeping around with whoever isn't you. Look Imma just go,"

"Yeah go, It's not like you would've pretend to care if we were together. Go get Abigail to fawn over you again," I said and walked away.

I arrived home and went to the bathroom to attend my cut. The top was glued to my skin. I felt the blood spill on my hand as I slowly tore the top off. I had three one inch deep cuts along my side. I cleaned my wound and showered and slept. This was only the beginning.