[Tyler's p.o.v]

The rain.

It fell lightly.

I wouldn't care whether it was light or storming outside.

I could still walk in it.

The cold water to my skin relaxed me sometimes.

The water fell, mixing with the tears that streamed down my face.

It was getting cold outside.

I had no where to go.

My family's doors were closed because no one particularly likes me.

I found my way around a park; finding a large tree. 
I walked under it, instantly shielding the rain away. I sat down slowly; my wet clothing hanging off my frame uncomfortably. With my back pressed against the tree- more tears fell uncontrollably.

Now everyone hates me. The world is against me again.

Tears slipped from the memory of the look on the yellow haired boy's face when he yelled at me, but I also saw the guilt hidden somewhere. 

He never cared- Did he?