Rainfall. A short story from the POV of a girl who feels lost, and decides to commit suicide.

When I watch the rain falling from my window, every thing looks different. Nothing seems complete anymore. Ever since Dad left a few weeks ago, things haven't been the same. Now, Mom is always drinking, yelling and throwing things. Home just isn't a place I want to be anymore.
I can't help but think that I am the reason why my Dad left. That I'm the reason my home is a broken one. Maybe I asked for things too much. Didn't listen enough, maybe I was disobedient. I blame myself.
It's my own fault Mom is acting this way. Bring home different men every night. It's hard to go to sleep at nigh…