Samuel (Sam)

What are you doing here, kid? It's raining and already dark as Sam returns home. Like his parents in childhood, only one difference remains - no one is waiting for him. He decided long ago never to start a family. He didn't have time or experience. Was there any point in starting something when they'd only see each other in the evening, when he was out of mood and energy? But this silence can sometimes be tense. Only raindrops hitting the cold, dirty ground. It was a miracle to see such a wet and dirty schoolgirl in this quiet chaos. He thought he wasn't capable of caring for anyone. He had never cared before. What had changed now? This schoolgirl would change his whole life.

Samuel (Sam)

What are you doing here, kid? It's raining and already dark as Sam returns home. Like his parents in childhood, only one difference remains - no one is waiting for him. He decided long ago never to start a family. He didn't have time or experience. Was there any point in starting something when they'd only see each other in the evening, when he was out of mood and energy? But this silence can sometimes be tense. Only raindrops hitting the cold, dirty ground. It was a miracle to see such a wet and dirty schoolgirl in this quiet chaos. He thought he wasn't capable of caring for anyone. He had never cared before. What had changed now? This schoolgirl would change his whole life.

A five appears in the diary. The first entry in several months. A broad smile appears on her face as she expresses her gratitude to the teacher. Oh, she loved it when people praised her, especially her biology teacher - he was so kind, so sweet. So... Ugh. No. He's just a teacher. At least that's what he said when she confessed her feelings to him. She quickly gets ready to go home, her mood wonderful.

But as soon as she opens the old apartment door her smile quickly disappears. The diary she was holding tightly falls from her hands.

Again... again... again... again...

A drunk father. A beaten, drunk mother who probably doesn't even feel the pain anymore. Strangers groping her mother without shame, all intoxicated. A syringe lies nearby. It was terrifying when all eyes turned toward her. Her legs moved on their own. She ran quickly, somewhere, just away from home. As luck would have it, rain began falling. But that didn't stop her. After a kilometer, her run slowed but didn't stop. She was terrified those hands might grab her.

She found herself in a park - definitely far from home, even far from school. It was usually empty, a nice place. She sat down on the first bench and couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. Tears mixed with rain on her face.