I sit in the park, alone. There is not a person in sight. The night’s rain pours onto my head. My pale hands reach up and they touch my neck, feeling the bruises forming.

I feel empty.

I look up at the dull, somber sky. I watch as a raindrop makes its way towards my face.

But it never hits me.

My sight of the sky is blocked by an umbrella being held above my head.

I look back down. A lar...