It rains here like it does everywhere else, the drops fall in large splatters against the glass. A home that I had grown up in that would be mine and my brothers when we decided to take it. A phone call had come only two days before a rough deep voice on the other end.

"I need you to come home to finish up paper work, your brother did everything when he was here already."

So of course I went, and it rained the whole way there and it rained still even after I was there. The ropes grated on my nerves as I watched out the window. The sky cried for me because it knew everything that was going to happen without having to be told. It cried so hard it hurt my soul to watch but I couldn't bring myself to look at the inside of the house that I had played in for so long.

The rain cried but I wouldn't let him have that justice with me. I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of one tear as he slid the blade roughly against my breast. The blood only had time to trickle little before his tongue found it, in a snake like older mans way to lap it up. His hands touching my skin in ways that only one other person had in life....but it was not him and this touch was cold and heartless.

Then there was darkness, all that could be heard was the rain and the feeling of pain. Burning, burning through and through what the hell was he doing? Down the spine towards the bottom it felt as though flesh seared from the bone. A gasp, that was the only satisfaction that he was to have from branding me with a star....stupid idiot.

Then there was nothing again but the feeling of seared flesh, the smell of burnt skin was horrid. But there was the rain to keep me company, it still pattered hard against the window whispering that everything would alright in the end.

This went on for days, though how many are uncountable because there was only night time and rain. Finally after he marked this precious piece of skin with his blade night after night just so he could have the taste of blood he tried it. When the sound of rain was no longer there it had been assumed it stopped, but it hadn't it still poured on whispering its sweet solace but it could not be heard. Tied to a bed he did the one thing he should have never tried to do and of course he gained no satisfaction of sound or no please against it either.

It only made him grow more agitated that a tongue could hold through such pain. That there was no fight against his actions, he had planned it all for so long, mapped out in his head and he gained nothing he desired. As he forced himself deep within my confines there was a crimson taste that filled my mouth, blood from holding back how much disgust there was for the act he was committing.

The small black and blue bruised and cut body lay under his form until he knocked it out cold and started to undo the ropes. That was the one time he should have used a drugging agent because his older blow was not enough to keep the strong willed out long. That was where the running started, out into the night in the midst of the rain that continued to whisper and across the long yard to the barn. He was there though, right behind for an older man he could run but years of smoking caught his breath.

Able to beat him by mere minutes and secure a weapon, what was it? A hoe perhaps found his head as soon as he entered the doorway, he was not hard to hear through the wheezing. He gave in and screamed out, something that he'd had no justice of in his acts. Crawling on the floor with his skull split open he moaned and cried.

Chop chop chop, the stupid tool hit his body making him cry all the more. He was out enough to bleed all over the barn floor. Stepping out into the rain it washed his disgustingly foul blood from all the little recesses of the bruised. Back in the barn a small box in the corner held some old clothes that had long been packed away but they fit perfectly. Slipping into them the ho went back to work on his mangled and crying body.

That night the rain stopped somewhere around two am. It was done crying because it knew the strong hearted had won in a horrible situation. Finding an empty box all the little body parts were packed away in it and carried out into the rain soaked land. A hole a hole where will you be put? Walking the entire farm before it was found, lightening had struck and left quite a nice recess in the ground just big enough for the box to be dropped in. The weight caused the ground around it to cave and fill in over the stupid blood covered thing.

Back at the house keys to his car were found hanging by the door, without hesitation Hathian was the one place to be. Infront of one of the only two real homes I had a note had been penned leaving smudges of blood over the paper.

Anjel,

I need your help please....You're not home and I can't reach you on your phone please Anjel! I'll be in Brinswater, I killed him. The police will take me in as soon as I get back because there was blood everywhere. I don't know if they will find his body or not, I don't even know if I could find it again. So please come I am begging you.

Adalay

Being careful to use a shirt sleeve and not a bloody hand to open the door the note was left neatly on the bed. His bed, which always seemed to stay neatly made even after he'd had some rough relations in it. What nights....

Prison, for months, it rained then too because it knew the innocent had been wrongly accused. He never showed, the one person that was spent day after day being thought about....A technicality set me free and for that I am glad....Miranda Rights. Otherwise they would of had me in there forever I'm sure, but only two days ago did they find the hiding place for the parts of his mangled body....But what do I care I'm free...