In the Rain

"I could be a soccer player," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I gave the crumpled soda can another good, harsh kick, and sent it rolling down the street. Rain was drizzling lightly, but still seemed to wash away all color from the deathly quiet city. "If I  ever finish high school, that is."

It was tedious, walking by gray walls, gray stores, and gray people. Everyone had some place to be, something to do, someone to be with. Not me.

I kicked the can again. It crashed against a garbage can, inches away from a sleeping homeless man. He immediately awoke, and his face melted into this uncontrollable, raging monster.

"Watch it, damn kid!" he yelled, glaring at me. "What the hell you doin'?"

Another person who hated me. What's new? I tuned out the rest of his curses, and walked on.

Taking a left, I crossed the street, not bothering to check for cars. A taxi can come hit me anytime now, and I wouldn't care less. I heard screeches on brakes and shouts from angry city drivers. Why don't you just come and hit me, instead of getting so angry? It'd be easier for the both of us.

The rain came down just a tad bit harder, and I suddenly realized I was cold. Freezing cold. My fingers were trembling, and were starting to turn a light blue. I shoved them in my pockets and kept going.

The city bank was devoid of customers today, like every other day I passed it, with bored workers moping around dully, sipping coffee or typing monotonously at a computer. 

I looked at my reflextion in the window. I was a boring, shivering, mess of a teen. Messy brown hair, and empty brown eyes. Average size. A blue t-shirt. Some old jeans. Nothing special. Nothing good. Nothing bad. Just...there. Like a waste of space. A waste that shouldn't be there. A waste that should just die.

I ripped my eyes away from my ugly reflection and my ugly thoughts. I focused on a glowing digital clock hung in the store window, reading 6:54 PM.

Don would be home by now, cussing his damn ass off again, putting his grimy hands all over my college funds for more beer. 

I forced myself to slow down. He was going to yell at me anyways, so there was no point in trying to stick to my curfew. In fact, I didn't even need to go "home." No one gave a crap either way. 

I could just forget about him. Run away, I thought. I stopped and looked up toward the gray clouds. 

I let the rain splash into my face, soothing me.Before I knew it, my tears were mixed in with the drops. But I didn't feel so alone, there in the rain, because heaven was crying with me.