It had been a week since my house had deserted. It was complete silence. All you could hear was the clock ticking and the patterns of sounds that the rain made.

I didn't even move. That night was too much to take in. I hadn't moved from my place since the last 5 days. I didn't feel like eating, drinking, nor cared to heal my scars that were now slowly but steadily decaying and getting infected. But, now it didn't matter to me anymore. 

All I could think was, Why me ? Was I such a disappointment that no one even cared that I was starving and slowly killing myself ? Sadly there was no one, to tell me that I was wrong or maybe right. Am I that bad, to just breathe on this land ?  Am I that bad ?

I only sat at my window looking at the raindrops that slid down the glass on the other side which was synonymous to my tears rolling down. That night replayed in my mind again and again like a tape in a broken recorder. Both the rain falling and my crying became harder when I glanced at the bundle of money. Mom. My mind was clouded with her small memories. The way she woke me up for school, that one time when she put medicine on my back and I slept in her arms crying, all thanks to dad cause he was away, her small, unnoticed smile, her voice, that night. Her confession was really unexpected. Shocking. Astonishing. The confession was the answer to all my questions. But I was too a part of mankind, and questioning had to be in my nature.

What do I do now ?

Should I continue school ?

How do I earn a living ?

I don't know if this house is rented or owned, what if I get ejected ? Where will I live ?

Now, you know why I am worrying so much ?  With my parents gone, misery had ended for a small time, but they were all I had. They didn't give me food, but they gave me a roof over my head. They gave me incurable scars but they gave me clothes to cover them up.

If it wasn't for the thunder to break my trance, I wouldn't have seen a silhouette run past on the road. It was a girl as of what I could see. What was she doing outside in such heavy rain ? was the only thought that crossed my mind. She suddenly stopped in the middle of a road looking at the houses. Maybe she was finding a shelter ?

I stood up from my place, and still stumbling, managed to run through the hallway and downstairs. I opened the door and called out to her.

"Hey ! Come here ! Get inside."

She immediately ran inside and closed the main door as I handed over a towel which she wrapped around herself to prevent the cold. I ran back to a room and brought a blanket and another towel for her. I helped her to wrap the blanket around herself as she sat down on the floor near the door, shivering whilst I slowly tried to dry out her hair to prevent her from catching a cold. I couldn't help but ask,

"What were y-you doing out so late at n-night in heavy rain ?"

She didn't answer but I noticed something.

She had bruises and wounds.

Just like me.

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