Cassie collapsed sobbing into a bench when she reached the park. She hadn't really planned on running here, but where else was there to go? She was in no condition to go to a club or cafe, and she wasn't going crying home to mom and dad. They wouldn't understand. She hadn't told them about the stigma she'd had back in high school either. They had all thought she was popular but just didn't want the guys, none of them had realized why the guys had wanted her. She'd never told them the things that a whole subset of the school had said behind her back when they thought that she couldn't hear. Somehow, only now was she finding out that the woman that she'd thought was her best friend had thought the same things about her.<em>Bitch, whore.</em><br/><br/>Cassie curled in on herself in the cold and the wet. The rain pounding down on her was exactly what she deserved. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe she was just some cheap whore. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tight, burying her face against her jean clad legs. The denim was soaked, her skin beginning to feel the chafe. Her jacket, a puffy bright yellow affair had soaked through in about ten minutes. So much for it being water resistant, but it was warm even still, thanks to the lining. Not that she thought she really deserved to be warm at the moment. Not when she'd screwed up. She should have told him no, should never have even gone to the damned store. Now she was more or less broke and had nowhere to go.<br/><br/>A fresh bout of sobs set her body to rocking perilously close to falling from the bench but she didn't care, she could fall off. It wouldn't hurt nearly so much as she did inside right now. Maybe if she fell her neck would be broken, would that really be so bad if it did? It would all be over then. But no, she couldn't let herself think like that. It all just hurt so much though.