Rain on me

Her

"And I've got this friend, you see who makes me feel
And I wanted more than I could steal
I'll arrest myself, I'll wear a shield
I'll go out of my way to prove I still
Smell her on you"
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Henry POV

Do you ever get tired of living? The getting up, putting on a smile and pretending, everyday. Things aren't meant to be this hard, we're born, we live and then die. So,why is it so hard?

As I lay on my bed, my head begins to buzz again. It's like this every morning, the dread of waking up and having to do the same thing over and over again. It's the fear of never living. I want to live life to the fullest but it's like these weights are too heavy and the key has been thrown away.

The alarm rings.

Sighing, I get up and look for an outfit. My nails are chipping already, it's been three days since I repainted them. The bleak grey colour fading but I didn't have time to repaint them. I don't think I want to. It was something Tessa and I had, she would dye her hair whenever things were getting too rough and I'd paint my nails. It was like a tell tale for us to know when we were going through something.

We didn't talk about feelings. It was never our thing, we just knew and gave each other space, except that never applied to me. She knew I was sensitive so she'd come into my room and hold me when I cried.

I miss her.

I ran down the stairs with my phone in my hand when my phone screen lit up.

H-Where are you?

J- I can't pick you up today. Sorry.

He could've told me this earlier and why wasn't he picking me up today. He always did.

Why was that message so weird and cold?

I'm probably reading into things a little too much. Racing down to the front door, I speed my way to the bus stop. The wind brushes past me my making my spine tingle. I should've got a hoody.

There was an old couple across the road. The old lady had her handbag clutched around her hand and the other around her husband's arm. He looked like he could barely walk but he still let her lean on him. The old man looked across the road turning to look at me, he waved at me in panic as he pointed toward the bus.

I waited for the bus, as they hurried down the opposite road. One of my feet was on the bus, the other out. The old man gave me a thankful smile as he hurried along with his wife. Waiting until they reached halfway I got on the bus, I flicked them off with my middle finger as I got on. The greying man's smile turned into a frown as his wife started yelling.

The bus driver looked at them in his rear-view mirror, smiling slyly.

A few people on the bus gave me rude stares, they were thinking that I purposely left an old fragile couple, that I should help them cross the road and climb into the bus. I'd rather eat glass than help that couple.

First of all, they were homophobic. I realised when they caught Asher and I making out in his car. It was the same old thing, the looks of disgust and the "burn in hell". I've heard that all before. Secondly, I'm sure they're racists.

The bus stopped, a few other students getting off the bus with me. I was late again.

Speed walking into the school, I bumped into someone sending me flying onto the floor.

"Look who it is!"

I looked up, finding Calvin smiling down at me. Getting up, I tried moving around him to my class but he didn't let me.