(Warning: This is a angst and will include: Very depressing topics, suicidal thoughts, talk of bullies as well as arguments and fighting, and previous self harm.)

Running...

That's all I could do, all my mind could handle as my feet hit the cement pavement in loud strides. The rain poured down on me in buckets and my breathing was fast, faster than it should have ever been. Tears rolled down my face and whatever makeup I had on washed off, along with whatever fake smile I had been keeping.

I crashed to the ground as I reached my school, my pants soaked through, with mud now covering where my knees were. I put my hands to my head feeling how wet my hoodie was against my palm as I let out a scream. It was painful and made my throat hurt but god it made me feel better. Why was life like this for me? Hadn't I been good? Why couldn't I just stay happy?

"Uh...y-you okay?"

I jumped and looked up through blurred eyes to see a person, a male about three feet away from me. I couldn't make out the details of his face or clothes but I just somehow felt I could trust him. I could never explain that feeling in great enough detail, all I know is that I could tell him anything and I didn't even know his name.

"No...just no." My voice came out scratchy and my hands dropped down to my sides like I had given up, which I had. Who wouldn't after all the bullying, constant fighting, and just the sheer amount of depression I was feeling. I could end it right there and never regret a thing.

I recoiled as I felt a arm help me up, I was to weak to fully push him away so I just let it happen, we made our way to the side of the school where we would be covered and sat against the brick walk. He looked at me expectantly but I couldn't say a word...

"Why are you here?....It's okay if you don't want to talk. I-i understand. My name's Ryder. I'm pretty much the s-shyest person alive and nobody really likes me...you probably think I'm weird or like a rapist or something but I just...i-i know what it's like to want someone to help and never have it..."

I blinked a couple times to clear my vision so I could see him properly and to my surprise I was sitting next to a gorgeous boy. He looked to be around my age, maybe a bit older, with dark hair that framed his face nicely and clothes that fit him like they were made only with his body in mind. He had scars on his wrists from what I could only assume was past self harm after what he had shared and his smile somehow looked sad. Maybe he was faking too...

"My name's...(y/n). I'm here because I don't want to be home. I'm screaming because I can't handle it anymore. I'm running because...I'm afraid of what I'll do if I don't."

I watched as his eyes widened slightly, then went back to normal as he thought of what to say. "I-im surprised you ran to a school. That's the last place I'd want to go. Everyone f-feeds off pain when your there...they don't care about feelings or a-anyone other than themselves."

I nodded knowing how truthful that statement actually was, even now I couldn't remember a single time where a student or teacher asked if I was okay. The only memories of school being kids laughing at me with pointed fingers and evil words that pierced my skin like a thousand tiny knives.

I shook my head trying to not dwell on the past longer than needed. "I knew it was closed so none of that mattered. I just needed to get away. What are you doing here?"

He looked away from me, suddenly finding the scenery more interesting, than he repeated my words with just as much feeling as I had given them when I said them. "I just...needed to get away."

We sat there for awhile, watching the storm clouds dump water on everything around us...I don't know when it happened...or why, but I felt his hand lace fingers with mine. His skin was soft against my own and the action made my heart slow down to a more normal speed. It was like we were telling each other we would be okay without saying a thing.

It will be okay...

The end