Rain poured from the sky, covering everything till nothing was left untouched. It washed away everything until nothing was left and everything was bared. It was merciless and kind. It was a reminder and hope. It was the promise of life, and the foretelling of death. It made him want to laugh and cry all at the same time. It made him want to beat his fists against something, anything, so long as it made the pain course through him, and his blood run.
This feeling was always worse when it rained, when he couldn't escape. No one was around to stop the feelings that ran amuck, swirling around in his mind, driving him insane.
He lay quietly on the cold stone, and let the rain beat down on him, wearing him away until nothing was left. This was pathetic, he was pathetic, but he couldn't stop. It was the rain, always the rain, that held the key to open the locked box deep inside him.
He couldn't tell if he was crying or if it was just the drops falling from the heavens. What did it matter anymore. He snorted, if anyone saw him now they'd want nothing to do with him, not that they ever did anyways, but now more so, because the rain had left him bare. It had stripped away his mask. The anger, the pain, the loneliness, the hate, he knew it was showing. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't tell anymore if he even wanted to.
Slowly he pulled out a small knife ad held it lovingly, and why not? It was his friend, the only one who knew him, all of him, even the parts he couldn't accept. Carefully he pulled the blade across his skin. Laughter spilled out as blood started flowing, turning the rain pink. He sobbed as he laughed, knowing that when the rain stopped, the box would be locked, his mask would be on, and his life would resume.