For as long as I can remember, death has never been gentle, kind or easy.

For as long as I can remember, this world is a cruel one.

How I long to be normal, how I long fo be free.

And be it cliche, for me to walk aimlessly in the rain

I did it anyways.

Just needed to clear my head from all the destruction that surrounds me.

I somehow found myself wandering towards the old warehouse, where i last saw the honorary titan, Kid Flash.

Figuring it wouldn't hurt to visit the place, i did just that.

Scanning the area, it had been clear that no one had been here for the past three weeks, considering the ground still was torn apart, exposing the rusty waterpipe i had hexed to prove a point.

I sighed, pacing the area, before taking a seat on the dirty concrete.

All was silent but the waterpipe that led out a few remaining drops of water every few second and the gentle rain falling against the metal roof of the place.

Pulling out my sketch pad from my duffel bag i slung over my shoulder i began to draw.

And i drew as if my life depended on it.

Creating art was always my solace.

Because for once in my life, i learnt that i was capable in creating something, rather than destroying.

In exactly two days time, i would be starting a proper education.

One that does not involve stealing, violence and incompetent teammates.