Why did it always rain when things go wrong? Why couldn’t it snow, or maybe even hail. But no. It always rained. Just like on that night….

It wasn’t easy for him then. His world was coming down. He had appearently been smoking pot, and it got out of control. He never ment for harm, but the kid tried to mug him! So, he happend to have a dagger with him at the time. He was messed up that night.

So, he killed the kid. His trial was coming up and no one was supporting him except me. I was there. I loved him anyway. I knew he meant no harm, but I guess he just got fed up. I guess he didn’t want to cause any more trouble then there already was.

So, I got home that night finding a note on my door telling me everything. I ran to the hill, but was to late. I was steps away. But he jumped. He jumped and landed on the rocks. Dead.

That’s when it began to rain. Millions of drops fell from the sky. My tears well mixed in. He was gone.

So what did I do. I went too…