" It's raining again outside " I said to myself .

Drip drop another thought rushes to my mind .

" Freak " .

Another drop of rain hits the street and the sound pounds my head and every time a drop of rain fall I hear the past word of what they called me .

" Hide my children" .

" Run far away " .

" Now we will be a embarrassed for a town with him here " .

" Keep away from me " .

" To think I actually thought he was attractive but it was just a illusion for a monster ."

Its overwhelming hearing all those voices telling me