The thunder had gotten louder and rain had started pouring down hard, lightning cracking in long spidery shocks into the ground. Frank walked as slowly as he could back to his house, letting the cold rain soak into his clothes. The thunder sang him a song with the rain hitting the ground and the wind blowing through the trees. He stopped, closed his eyes, and turned his face towards the sky, letting the drops mix in with the tears that had just started rolling slowly down his cheeks. He was alone again, just like elementary school. Just like he had always been and always would be. No one ever stayed in his life, or if they did, Frank got attached and then it wasn't worth the pain to try to hold together when he knew it was always on the edge of falling apart. He looked back down at his feet and pushed his hair out of his face, walking down the street again to his empty house.
That was another place where he'd always been alone. Even when his parent's had lived there, he was alone; at least until he did something wrong. He unlocked the door and walked in, heading for the steps to his hide-out in the attic. The keys gently fell from his hand as he looked at the dried blood covering the floor and the bowl of burnt paper. His eyes stung with tears as he knelt down and scooped up a handful of the paper, watching it gently float down out of his hand back down into the bowl and onto the floor. The rain hit the window in a slow rhythm with Frank's tears. His razor glinted in the corner begging to be picked up, to be loved again. He held it, flipping it over and over in his fingers, debating whether to give in or not.
Frank rolled up his sleeve and gently touched the blade to his wrist, sending shivers of anticipation through him. He held it there, not cutting in and holding back sobs. He could barely see through the tears that had welled up in his eyes. He sat it down in front of him after what seemed like hours of reasoning and laid back on the sheets and pillows on the floor. His radio sat next to him buzzing with 'It Ain't Me Babe' barely audible over the static. He stared at the ceiling, which seemed to be spinning above him. The whole house felt like it was rolling back and forth like a wave.