A/N I don't exactly know where this is going yet... so it would be nice if you guys could give me your opinions. I hope you like this, and please review.

Song: In My Blood – Black Stone Cherry

The day was hot and humid. The sun wasn't out. In fact, many occupants of the 'House of Peterson', orphanage, had their faces turned towards the sky. Begging, praying – one child had resorted to a rain dance, for any amount of water to leak from the clouds. They hadn't had a clean glass of water since a week before. Maybe, if they prayed, they'd have something to drink. Something fresh, and clear, and soothing on their sore throats.

One boy in particular, small and pathetic, a loner to the rest of the children, sat uncomfortably in a small bog of cracked dirt and rocks. Insects didn't notice his shallow breathing and mistook him for another landmark. God knew there were many interesting ones around. They crawled up his scarce clothing, exploring his arms and his legs. He didn't bother flicking them away – they were a constant. Whether he scared them and watched them scurry, or reduced them to a fine goo, more always came back. Why bother removing something that brought him small comfort anyway?

As he sat, he thought. He definitely wasn't missing a crayon from a 24 pack, as some had assumed. He was slowly recalling his finer moments of his life. He liked to close his eyes and imagine that it hadn't changed. He was tortured physically as he forced himself to remember. He was tortured mentally; why would he want to remember these things? The truth was: they did keep him sane.

Words: "No matter what happens, I'll always be there, Amo."

Actions: A man held him tight, smothering him with the scent of sterility and a barely noticeable formaldehyde. "Don't scare me like that. I can't lose you. Not now, not ever." The hug sent warmth through his limbs and he promised that he would never, ever do it again. Just to be held like that one more time.

His eyes opened slowly and he peered up towards the clouds. A rain drop fell, and he caught it in his palm. He was no longer thirsty. Slowly, to not dis-form the small picture of beauty; a magnifying glass of possibilities and mistakes, he let it trail down one finger, and fall to the ground. It sat there, unchanging, until the dirt soaked it up hungrily. There was one tiny patch of soil softened from his generosity.

He shifted forward and placed one finger over the ground. He could feel Mother Earth thank him. The petite boy closed his eyes, opened them and watched the disappointed faces of his peers as the clouds began to thin. With a determined shiver up his spine, he murmured, and the ground began to shift. The one, small raindrop morphed into many more. The rocks and the topsoil eroded into itself and fell into nothingness. A lake appeared where he sat, and he was drenched from head to toe with cold water.

A grin split his face in two. The happiness he shared with the dozens of other children, warmed him and he felt an equivalent of air.

"Thank you!" He whispered enthusiastically. He laughed, something he'd only dared to do in the privacy of the shadows.

He could do a lot of things, this boy could. And he knew it. He knew he wasn't normal. And no one ever questioned it. He felt he was where he was supposed to be. Why he was there? He didn't know. But he was making a difference. He was quite likely saving lives. He could live without constant happiness.

One day, he could feel, everything would change. He would find the person that he missed the most – his father, but until then. This was where he was meant to be. This was where he would stay. But not for much longer.

A/N Thanks for reading, please review.

-TrAiNoFhOpE