Drip-drop

Drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop. The rain falls soft yet firmly, sliding down the window pane as it's modest droplets make contact with the speeding train that you stare out of, the scattering raindrops fading in and out of your vision, intertwining with the fields and grey sky that always seem to help you get yourself back to your usual self.
But it doesn't seem to be working today. No, all the gloomy weather and the lack of company seem to be doing is making you slip more into yourself than ever before, the music blasting through your headphones leading your thoughts towards the days that you thought would never end, reminding you of the slumps that you had to pull yourself out of for the best part of your late-teens. Those years seemed to have stolen from you before you even had time to appreciate them; or maybe you threw them away, convinced that you had no future.
You look down at your phone when you realise that you haven't been heard any music for at least thirty seconds- it's been interrupted by a sudden influx of messages from the person you said goodbye to an hour or two ago. Their messages come one word at a time, which means that they're either really bored or somehow know to distract you from yourself. You smile down at the screen, like you always do when this person talks to you like this.
By the time you open that messages, you have at least two dozen, all in capital letters, all combining into a phrase that makes you laugh out loud with a train full of people that turn to look at you. You can't help but smile when the person that interrupted one of your favourite songs starts to write their sentences together, as opposed to making your phone feel like it's about to blow up.
And then you realise that maybe the time you lost as a teenager, all the missed opportunities, the torn self-esteem and the shredded memories of your childhood were something that you could finally take back from the clutches of the part of you that wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth, the part of you that you had to overcome to discover who you truly were.
You make a note to thank everyone that has helped you and seen you grow and change from the broken teen to a healthy(ish) young adult that you are now, and look out the window once again, but this time feeling proud of yourself for coming as far as you have.