WARNING! GRAPHIC CONTENT!

The metallic taste of Max's own blood filled his mouth as he struggled to open his eyes against his pounding head. He let out a groaned noticing he was in the backseat of his car sprawled out across the seat. Glass covered the floor board and any spots of seat where Max's body didn't take up. Where was he? Slowly the male started sitting up although it was a moment short lived as the dizziness brought him right back down.

Pain flooded his body at the movement. "God...d-Damnit..." he muttered noticing the most pain throbbed through his ankle and foot. He couldn't move them. "Broken..." was all he could get out as his lids slowly found the strength to open. The first thing he saw made him wish his eyes would close and stay closed forever. There his mom lay in the passenger seat of the car a pole in paling through her neck. Blood splatttered across the window and seats her mouth stuck agape and her eyes glazed over. Max couldn't help but stare in horror for a moment trying to comprehend exactly what he was looking at. His stomach turned. He immediately turned over nearly falling out of his seat as he wretched up everything in his stomach. It was a mix of bile and his own blood. He gagged and dry heaved a few more times feeling as if he had emptied himself out completely. He couldn't help but look up at his mom one last time. That was a sight he was never gonna be able to wipe from his mind no matter how hard he tried. He knew that for a fact. He quickly looked away his stomach threatening him again.

He sat up slowly finding any strength he had to get out of that car. He pulled himself towards the door grasping the handle finding it especially hard to open it. He had to put in everything he had to slowly but surely push the door open hearing the crunching of metal as he did so. Once the door opened Max couldn't do anything but fall forward into the grass. He let out a small cry in pain as his entire body convulsed. "AHH!" He let his voice cracking and catching in his throat. Max crawled forward a bit noticing the cars passing them by on the highway. He saw the black truck practically inside of their little car that had a man busted and bloodied through the windshield of his own car. He turned wide eyed at the people just driving by. "HELP!" He hollered his voice nearly getting caught in his throat. He knew he wasn't being very loud but put everything he had into his shouting. His throat was on fire and he felt completely helpless. "PLEASE HELP!" He coughed feeling hot tears burn the cuts on his face only causing him to cry more. "Please..." he breathed out feeling his arms start to give out underneath him as black dots started to invade his vision. "Help..." he let out before collapsing onto the hard ground completely losing himself only remembering the screaming sirens before he lost consciousness.

Max blinked a few times realizing he wasn't back at that place again. He was home. He was staring at his dad fast asleep on the couch beer bottles littering the living room. Why had he recalled that memory? It's an odd thing to think about first thing in the morning.

Max shook his head slightly before turning and heading out the door. His head immediately turned up to look up at the sky as he felt small droplets on his skin. It was sprinkling lightly outside.

Max let out a satisfied sigh letting the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the sight.

Max really enjoyed the rain. It gave him a feeling he couldn't exactly describe. He loved the feeling of the water against his skin. The way it sounded against the school building as it served as a distraction for him when he sat bored in class.

Max began walking down the sidewalk his feet slapping against the pavement as he tried to walk as fast as possible to his school before the rain got too heavy as he noticed it starting to pick up.

Preston stood near the front door handing out flyers for the drama club he desperately wanted people to join. The number of members had decreased incredibly fast over the year. A lot of people quit because Preston was the one in charge and the one who didn't quit because of that simply got bored with it. Preston didn't understand.

The male sighed as another one of his flyers was rejected. "Oh my," he said softly his gaze shifting up to the pile of crumpled fliers stacked in the trash. "Why do I even bother," he snapped the fliers crumpling in his hand as he squeezed them tightly with anger.

"Woah, someone seems tense," a voice said as Preston felt a hand rough run up his arm.

Preston immediately turned being met with dark blue eyes that belonged to none other than, Casey Stone. The males red hair sat in a mess atop his head. His skin was tan without a blemish other than the freckles that riddled his cheeks and shoulders. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Preston couldn't help but feel his anger melt away. "Hey..." he said softly letting out a sigh. "I am indeed. I don't know why I even bother handing out fliers if people are only going to disgrace my art form," he said his voice raising with drama.

Casey let out a deep chuckle that made Preston weak at the knees. "Well let me see," he said gently taking a flier from Preston examining it. "Mm...drama club huh. This plus creative writing," he folded the paper gently tucking it into his pocket. "You are quite the busy man," he said softly tucking his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants.

"I suppose I am. But I can handle it! I am Preston Goodplay!" He said matter of factly only causing a smirk to spread across Casey's face.

"Well," he spoke gently, "expect me there," he said walking past Preston brushing his shoulder as he did so.

"My my my," Preston let out. "So gorgeous, masculine, so se- GOOD LORD!" Preston couldn't help but stare at a soaked Max as he entered the school. "Max!" Preston gasped rushing over to the boy. "What happened?!" He asked examining the boy who sat dripping water all over the floor.

Max glanced up at the male rolling his eyes slightly. "Oh wow, I don't know Preston. Maybe it's the fucking rain pouring outside!" He snapped.

Preston was taken aback by the males tone. "Hmph!" He let out crossing his arms. "Well as student body president I simply cannot let you walk around and become a hazard for students to potentially slip. "Come with me and we'll get you a change of clothes," he said turning his nose up starting down the hallway.

Max stood staring at him for a moment before cocking a brow. "You can't be serious right?" He asked almost scoffing.

Preston immediately turned. "You think I'm kidding?" He asked giving the boy such a look causing him to flinch a little.

Max simply shoved his hands into the soaked pockets of his hoodie before following Preston his shoes squeaking as he did so.