You were around the age of seventeen, hanging out with one of your best friends at a skate park. It was all dark and cold, there was rain falling quickly and making small sounds.

You both came from a mental hospital, being there because of attempts and being so messed up in the head.

“What did you want to be when you were small?” Charlie asked, looking over at you as he lay on the concrete, feeling the rain fall on him. “You didn’t want to be like this. I’m sure of that.” He said, his voice smooth, yet cold. He looked up at the sky, the rain mixing in with the tears that fell down his face. “No child wants to be like you…” He stated, looking over at you as you stayed quiet, sitting up next to him silently.