No Love, Just Hatred

Part 5

I ran down the wet streets. I wasn't doing a very good job of avoiding the puddles which splashed mud all over me. I looked up at the sky while turning into my neighborhood park. How can the sky be clear of clouds, grey, and raining?

How did I let myself get into this situation?

I remember when I threw Tristens note away. A couple of girls had dug it out of the trash. They were whispering things loud enough for me to hear on purpose.

"Awwee! A love confession note! Tristen loves Rose! Ha! Someone is good at making jokes. How did they copy his handwriting so well? This is so clearly a joke. Who would EVER like someone like her? Shes a loner, an outcast. The name Rose doesn't fit her. She isn't very pretty, like a rose, but she sure does have a lot of ugly thorns!"

Now I realized that maybe that note was a joke. Maybe the "date" was a joke too. If I'm just such a big joke to everyone-my parents, my aunt and uncle, my classmates, then why am I alive? What use am I? Nobody would miss me. I have no talent for anything. What good could I do for the world? What good am I?

"Stop!" I yelled out loud when I saw a couple holding hands and walking in the rain so carelessly. I ran up to them and separated their hands. "your relationship will end up in tears, is doesn't matter what anyone says, you'll only end up with a broken heart."

" She's scaring me." the girl whispered to the guy, then she rejoined hands with him.

I reached for her wrist and gave it a squeeze. " Listen to me!"

" Hey let go of her!" the guy started to grab me when someone from behind grabbed my waist and pulled me away from the couple...