Dark Rain

It was pouring rain, and Randy didn't care about anything anymore. Not his marriage. Not his wife. Not his kids, and not even himself. He was soaking through, shivering, out in the dark of the night, smoking another cigarette, as if it would somehow make him feel better. He'd been awake on and off, between depressive naps that sucked the life from him. The medications that he'd been on only made things worse. There were spaces of time missing, days on end that he couldn't remember. He wasn't living, he was only existing. Truth be told, he didn't want to be living, or existing, not anymore.

He threw out a lifeline, knowing she'd come to his aid. He thought of her, inside sleeping without him, for another night. As if she had heard him cry for help in his mind, she appeared out of the dark, soaking with rain, half awake.

"Did you call my name just now? I thought you were inside..." Katherine was confused.

"I did call for you, yes..."

"Randy, what can I do?" She asked in desperation. "What are you doing out here, why don't you come inside?? Why can't you see what you're doing to yourself??? You're sick, and you need help...!"

"You can't help me!" He yelled. "Nothing and no one can, it's just not worth it all anymore..."

"If I can't help you, I'll find someone who can." She left him alone, there in the dark and the rain.

Katherine sent out an SOS to everyone she knew, and they gathered together to attempt to save Randy. But not before he landed himself in the hospital, on the edge of death, a death he thought would end the misery he had created in his own life.