WARNING: This story is one of domestic abuse. If this makes you feel uncomfortable reading about a man beat a woman, than you shouldn't probably read this story.

Also, for those of you who is reading my other story, the abusive man will not be Ichigo. So you can relax if you nearly had a heart attack.

Also, this is a serious story, so i will not allow for anyone to bash it because this story is close to my own heart, so if you have something to say as in I'm a troll or that the main character is stupid, Just don't say it, because there are people in abusive relationships and they are not to be looked down upon, at all.

So please, Read, Review and Enjoy.

The ground is cold and hot. Or maybe it is just me.

I can feel my body quivering…or is it trembling? The difference? I do not know. Perhaps there isn't any. I don't know why I'm making such a big deal about it any way. I am dying.

But I guess since I am dying, I can make a big deal about it. It is my farewell wish to make a big deal about something some menial and banal, since I normally don't make a big deal about anything. Well, at least I didn't. It's kind of hard to make a big deal about anything when you're dead, or at the very least dying. I guess you can make a big deal about dying, but there's so many others around that are willing to make a big deal about it for you, there's really no point. I, for one, wish not to make a big deal about my death. I'm dying, the last thing I want to waste the precious few moments of my dwindling life is fretting over my own death. When I go, I want it to be like it's a normal, everyday thing.

I don't want people crying. I don't want them to be sad. I don't want it to loom over them and make their lives harder than it needs to be.

I won't say that I'm not worth it. Through my short, 17 years of life, it took me some time, but I realize that I'm worth a lot, to my friends, to those that love me, and more. But it's just that I love them so much, I want them to always be happy, and for when they think of me, for it to be happy thoughts.

A sharp pain races through my body when I take a subtle breath, I can actually feel the slowly painful process of my punctured lung filling up with blood. The scraping of membrane and tissue against bone on the inside of my body. I want to not breathe, but that makes the pain even more unbearable than it already is.

Everything hurts.

I already knew that when I die, it was going to be a painful one. My life has been surrounded by pain. I was born in a world of pain, already knowing that it was how I was going to leave it. But the pain doesn't compare to the joy and elation that I feel.

I'm free. I'm finally free. Compared to the broken ribs, punctured lung, broken teeth and nails, busted lip and what I assume is an incredibly bruised face…I'm pretty happy.

My painfully split lips curl into a smile, making my entire face hurt. I'm free.

I look into the dark starry sky, longing to be one of those bright, shiny balls of gas, burning brightly and iridescently, even long after I'm gone. That's when I feel it.

The cold, cooling relief of that first magical drop of rain. It lands on my swollen eyelid, cooling the hot flesh.

Another one falls, landing on my cheek. Then another, and another. Soon, it's a full on out pour of rain, washing away my soul, making me clean, shiny and new. It washes away my bad tidings, my dark deeds, my horrendous past. It washes away everything that's bad and leaves me with nothing but goodness and love. It connects me to my friends and my family and the one that I love oh so very much.

It seeps into my clothes, my hair, my bruises, my scraps, my scars, my wounds. It fills my nostrils with the scent of fresh rainwater, and nature. It forms a puddle of cooling water around my body, easing the pain that has begun to become numb.

I love the rain. It has always made me feel safe and new and clean.

They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

I'm not sure if it's reflex, before you're shipped off to the next world or what. Or maybe people just like to look back on what they've done in their life to guesstimate where they are going.

I would rather only look back on the happy parts of my life, because the bad happens to be more painful than this. But of course, the good comes with the bad.

So bring on the pain, because before my short life comes to an even shorter end, I would like to see just where did I end up going wrong.

Questions, Comments and/or Concerns?