It was raining, again. The sound of the rain was loud and was constantly getting through my ears and peering into my brain. Also was doing the cold, getting within my skin, making me shiver and shrug constantly. But it really didn't matter; I was just lying at bed, waiting for the end to come, or the happiest case, waiting for the ceiling to fall down on me.
There was no reason for being sad, not bad news either bad feelings, not someone leaving or breaking up with me. I just got into some case of sudden depression that wanted my heart to be devoured by darkness. As much as I cared by then, it could happen right away.
Good thing mom and dad