Everything Looks Better In The Rain - Prequel

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RIght, here's the prequel to the first part of the story, plus Charlie's Story, cus that isn't very long anyways . ENJOY!

Everything Looks Better In The Rain
Prequel

Welcome

At age nine something unforeseen happened to the little boy. He’d been happily jumping around in the London park, his dark hair bobbing along with the rhythm on which he was jumping. His little hands up in the air, waving them about as he did so. Then, out of nothing, a man with dark hair and blue eyes had come around and offered him some candy. The boy knew he shouldn’t take sweets from strange people, but these were his all time favourites and he couldn’t resist. Just one wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Before the little boy knew it, he felt a bit drowsy and he had to sit down onto the green grass, eventually leading into lying down and closing his eyes. He had a nice dream; about a pretty girl with long, brown hair dancing and prancing around in a large green field. She was wearing a white summery dress. Then the dream turned into a not so very nice dream; the blue skies turned grey and black, rain poured out of the skies, thunder and lightning in the distance. The girl was still there, however, but now soaked to the bone. She fell down, her white summery dress no longer white, but red from the blood that seeped through the cotton material.

The little boy woke up in a strange room that seemed to be metal all over. He was lying on a cold metal bed, with no pillows or blankets to hide his naked body with. He heard whispering, he sat up, pulling his knees up to his chin, trying to cover himself up. As he looked around, he saw three solid metal walls, and one that had a window and a door next to it in it. He saw three men and one woman looking at him. A shiver from the cold went down his small spine.
The door soundlessly opened, and two men of the three who’d been looking at him, entered the room. They were wearing white coats, that reached their knees. One of them had a stethoscope around his neck, the other man held something in his hand that looked like a needle, bright green fluid was in the see-through plastic. The man squirted some of the fluid in the air to release the tiny bubbles of air, the man with the stethoscope grabbed the boy by his arms and pushed him down onto the metal bed. The little boy tried to scream, he failed; the man pushed two fingers to the boy’s lips, whispering that everything would turn out just fine. The little boy felt something jabbing in his thigh, he closed his eyes, a single tear trickling down his cheek.

The boy lie under the covers of his warm bed, shaking like a leaf. All he felt was pain in his thigh, and he had a headache, too. He tried to remember what happened, he tried so hard, but he couldn’t remember anything. Not a word that’d been said, not a sound that’d been made. All he knew was that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He sat up and looked around the room; it was quite small, probably only three metres wide and about four metres deep. The walls were plain white, a single window that had bars in front of them, to avoid escaping. The room was dimly lit by a lamp that was stood on the bedside cabinet next to the head of Matthew’s bed. Suddenly, a head came down from, for what the boy thought was, the ceiling.
“Hey,” The head said. It was turned upside down, and it occurred to the boy that he was lying in a bunk bed, him having the lower bed. “What’s your name?” The head asked. The little boy raised his eyebrows, then went to lie on his back and hung over the edge of the bed to be hanging up side down, just like the head. He inspected the head; quite chubby, blonde hair, dark eyebrows that were amazingly large for the boy’s face and brown eyes.
“I- I- I dunno.” The little boy stammered. The head disappeared and someone jumped off the top bed. The little boy pulled himself up on the bed and sat up straight, facing the other boy who’d just jumped off the top bed. He was quite tall - taller than himself - and was wearing military green pyjamas with a small name tag on it. ‘C. Simpson’, it said. The little boy looked down onto himself; he was now dressed, and wearing the same pyjamas as the boy in front of him. “What does mine say?” The boy asked, pointing to his own name tag.
“M. Willis.” The other boy said. “I’m Charlie.” He smiled and reached out his hand. The boy shook it, then began to think. “You’re M. Willis. So you could be a Marc.” Charlie said, sitting down next to the nameless boy on the bed. “You don’t look like a Marc, though.” He said, obviously thinking.
“Charles Simpson! What did I tell you? No talking until the next morning. Matthew must be very tired. Chop, chop, back to bed.” A woman with dark hair, pinned up in a knot in her neck, hollered and clapped her hands. Charlie’s eyes widened and he grabbed hold of the small stairs that lead the to the top bed. He climbed up and without a word, he let himself fall down on his bed, the bed slightly lowering under his weight. “You’ve got training in the morning, so you must rest, Matthew.” The woman softly said, and put the little boy in his bed, pulling the covers over him. The woman left the small room, closing the door behind her as she did so.
“Night Matthew.” The voice from above the boy went.
“Night Charlie.” Matthew said and fell into a restless sleep.

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They were running down a circuit, the rain softly falling down as mist onto the green grass as their bare feet ran over it, the water splashing up as they stamped into a puddle. Matthew felt his heart thumping harder than usual and his breathing was fast. He climbed over a wooden wall that hurt his feet as he pushed himself up with a little help from Charlie who was right behind him. He fell down on the other side and lay on his back.
“Come on Matthew! You have to run! What if there was a man coming after you with a big gun and trying to kill you? Run!” Charlie screamed as he tried to drag Matthew with him through the mud. Matthew caught up on his breath, or at least, tried to and stood up. His green uniform was covered in mud, and his feet hurt, but he had to run. He knew what was going to happen if he didn’t. He’d heard the stories; this man, known as The Butcher would come and get you to torture you in a dark room. They’d spent many an hour talking about it and scaring each other with made up stories at night when they were supposed to be sleeping.
Matthew ran after Charlie and ducked as he ran through a lowered tunnel, then crouching down into a concrete tunnel, his knees scouring along the concrete as he made his way through it.
They both fell down into the wet grass as they finished the circuit and sat heavily breathing looking at each other, both with a grin spread across their face; they’d made it, plus, broke their own personal record.
“Well done boys!” Their major said and saluted them. He tapped his beret and looked at his stopwatch. “And broke the record as well! I’m proud of you two.” He said as he pulled the boys up from the grass. He grinned towards Matthew. “And I’ve got a surprise for you, Matthew my boy. Since it’s your twelfth birthday, we’re gonna have a little party down in the lunchroom. How about that?” Matthew nodded his head vigorously and nudged Charlie in the ribs.
“Party!” He whispered and grinned back at Charlie, who was grinning like a mad man himself.

They entered the lunchroom at about twelve, the whole room was packed with people, music softly playing in the background.
“Here comes the birthday boy!” Someone in the crowd yelled and everyone cheered as Matthew got pulled up on a table. They sang happy birthday to him, like every year, but this time it was different. Matthew’s eye caught someone in the crowd. Someone that stood out. A girl with dark, long hair, blue eyes that pierced through Matthew’s and a beautiful smile. He got distracted by the birthday cake with eighteen candles on it.
“Blow ‘em out, Matt!” Charlie yelled as he pulled his mate down the table and sat him down on one of the chairs. Matthew took a deep breath in and blew them all out at once. “Make a wish, make a wish!” Charlie hollered and playfully slapped his friend on the back. Matthew smiled, closed his eyes and made a wish. A wish that no one was supposed to know, not even his best friend. “Eighteen, mate. That’s really something, ain’t it?” Charlie said as he sat down next to Matthew. Matthew nodded. It was something special; it meant that it was his last day at the base.
“You want something to drink? Beer?” Matthew asked, and stood up from his chair. Charlie nodded and began chomping on the piece of cake he’d got.
Matthew walked over to the bar, where – surprisingly – that beautiful girl was stood.
“Two beer, and-” He looked over to the girl who was playing with the straw her drink. “a Pimms, please.” As he stood waiting for the drinks, leaning with his back against the bar, he observed the girl. She really was pretty, so pretty that Matthew got enchanted by it and didn’t really notice that she was talking to him.
“Hey,” She whispered, her cheeks flushing a light shade of red. Matthew just stood in awe looking at her. He shook his head and smiled.
“Oh, hey. Didn’t hear you there.” He said and added a cheeky wink. He took the drinks, holding the two beers in one hand, giving the Pimms over to the girl and took a beer in each hand. “There you go…”
“Amy, my name’s Amy.” She smiled shyly and took the drink, putting her empty glass on the bar. Her voice sounded like the sweetest thing Matthew had ever heard.
“There you go, Amy.” He put one of the beers aside on the bar and reached out his hand. “Matthew.” He said and loosely shook the girl’s hand. Her eyes rolled away from his and to the ground. “So, Amy. What brings you to my birthday party?” He asked curiously.
“Erm, well. Someone took me with him, actually.” She whispered, Matthew’s heart dropped as he heard ‘him’.
“Oh, so your boyfriend took you? Who is it? Maybe I know him.” He asked, trying to sound as positive as possible, but the tremble in his voice giving the act away. She smiled at him.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” She blushed. “My grandfather took me with him.” Matthew leaped up and smiled broadly.
“Really?” She nodded. “So is it okay if I ask you on a date, then?” He froze; he wasn’t actually, really planning on saying that, but he had just done it. Very tactful.
“I guess,” The girl said, blushed once more, then shot her head into the crowd. “Erm, I’m really sorry but I have to go now. Was really nice meeting you, Matthew.” She said, pushed her glass into his hand and started to walk off.
“No, wait!” Matthew yelled and grabbed her by the wrist. “Can I have your number, please?” The girl looked through the pockets of her jeans and pulled a card out.
“Ask for Amy Bourne.” Matthew nodded, looked at the card, and when he looked up again, the girl was gone.

Matthew was stood in the office of the major, his legs spread and his hands behind his back.
“Sir, you wanted to talk to me, sir?” The major nodded and signalled Matthew for him to sit down.
“It’s your last day at the base, isn’t it? You being eighteen and all now.” Matthew smiled.
“Sir, yes, sir.” The major screwed up his face, making Matthew softly laugh.
“Quit the ‘sir, yes, sir’, Matthew. I’m not your major anymore.” Matthew raised both of his eyebrows. “You’re gonna leave the base next morning, and you’re going to be working for a company that has nothing to do with the base. You’ll have to work with the skills that you’ve learnt here, though. You’re gonna be working for a huge company as a hired assassin.” Matthew’s eyes widened. “It’s not as bad as it sounds.” The major explained. “See it as a secret agent thing.” This didn’t really help. “If it’s any comfort at all, you’re gonna be making a whole lot of money.” The major pulled out some papers out of the drawers. “Anyway, that wasn’t the particular reason that I wanted to speak to you.” He looked through some papers and leant back in his chair. “Matthew, what is your first memory?” Matthew thought deeply.
“Erm, that I was in a bunk bed, Charlie on the top bed.” The major nodded.
“Thought so. It’s normally the first memory of the boys that’ve been around here.” He shook his head. “This might come as a shock to you, but you’ve been drugged when you first came here. All your memories from before you ended up here, were erased. They might be coming flooding with back with the years, however. I’m surprised nothing’s come back at all yet.” Matthew fiddled around with his fingers.
“Well, there’s one thing…” His voice trailed off.
“Yes, Matthew?”
“I remember a big room with a metal bed, the walls metal, everything metal and one window.” He thought for a moment. “Nothing more.”

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A pretty girl with long, brown hair dancing and prancing around in a large green field. She was wearing a white summery dress. Then the blue skies turned grey and black, rain poured out of the skies, thunder and lightning in the distance. The girl was still there, however, but now soaked to the bone. She fell down, her white summery dress no longer white, but red from the blood that seeped through the cotton material.
Matthew woke up heavily breathing and with the sweat on his back running down his spine. He felt a hand going up and down his back.
“Shh, it was only a dream, Matthew. Calm down. A dream, that’s all.” Her sweet, reassuring voice went whispering in his ear. He looked aside him; the girl with the long brown hair, and the sparkling blue eyes was looking back at him, a soft smile curling around the corners of her mouth. Her lips touched his, then she pulled back and pushed him down with his head in the pillows. “Go to sleep, baby.” She hummed and stroked his cheek. His hand found her cheekbone, he ran his finger past it, finding the back of her neck and pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. She kissed him back, her delicate hands finding the waistband of his boxers. He groaned into the kiss as she began stroking his member. He pulled the t-shirt she’d been wearing over her head and explored her body as if he’d never done it before, flipping her over on her back and kissing every bit of bare skin that he ran over. He kicked his boxer shorts somewhere into the room and didn’t think but thrust himself into her, groaning into her neck as he did so. Her fingernails dug into his back and she held in her breath as he pushed his whole length inside of her. He turned up the speed and soon he came inside of her, falling next to her out of breath. She snuggled up to his chest, kissing his cheek.
“Love you,”

Matthew heard a scream coming from the bathroom. He exchanged looks with Charlie, who put down the controller of the Playstation and stood up worriedly. Matthew followed his example and stood up as well, only his legs carried him running to the bathroom, knocking on the door wildly as he heard moaning from inside the bathroom.
“Amy, you okay? What’s wrong? Can I come in?” He didn’t wait for a reply but stormed in the bathroom, only to find his girlfriend sitting on the toilet with her underwear down on her ankles, her elbows resting on her thighs.
“Where the hell are you!” She screamed. Matthew rushed over to his girlfriend, not really sure what to do or what was wrong.
“I’m here baby, what’s wrong?” He said reassuringly. Amy gave him a dirty look.
“Not you!” She yelped. Matthew raised an eyebrow. “My period!”
“Oh,” he softly brought out. “And that’s what you were screaming for?” He asked, a bit confused.
“Yes!” She continued in her wild woman mode. “I should’ve gotten my period a WEEK AGO!” She yelled and threw her hands up in the air, standing up, moving Matthew out of the way and pulling up her underwear. She stood with her hands on her hips looking at Matthew, who was basically just pushed aside and sat now on the floor. “I think we’ve got a problem.”
“And that would be?” Amy walked out of the bathroom, not really caring about who was in the living room and who could see her half naked. Charlie looked rather startled when his eyes fell on Amy, who was only wearing her underwear and a tight top. She stopped in her tracks, turned to Matthew, who’d picked himself up and stood looking confused at her.
“Are you really that stupid?” She asked, shaking her head. “You’re gonna be a dad, Matthew.”

“Have to go now.” He whispered into her ear and gave a delicate kiss on her cheek. “Bye, bye baby.” He said, kneeled down onto the floor and kissed his girlfriend’s belly through the white cotton material of her summer dress.
“Be careful.” She said and kissed him softly on the lips.
“With what? I can only get run over, Amy.” He winked, shoved his Magnum 4.7 between the waistband of his jeans and his stomach and reached out for the doorknob. “Promise me, you’ll stay at home, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you. Or the baby.” Amy nodded. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” With that, he turned the knob, pulled the door open and walked in the dark night.
Someone was waiting under a lamppost. Matthew recognised the tall figure leaning against the post, the smoke of his cigarette curling up to the lamp and disappearing into the night’s air.
“See you’ve came.” The figure said in his deep, husky voice. This confirmed that it was who Matthew thought it was. Matthew nodded, and zipped up his black jacket, making it rustle as he did so. The wind blew about, and rain drops softly started falling down from the dark skies and onto the concrete tiles, leaving darker spots on the concrete. They got in the black Mercedes, slamming the door, and Charlie stepped on the gas pedal.
The headlights of the car lit the road on which they were driving, buildings shot by in seconds, as Matthew looked out of the window dreamingly.
“What’s up, mate?” Charlie asked, looking from out of the corner of his eye, Matthew sighed.
“I don’t want to do this anymore. Amy’s worried sick about me everytime I go away, and I don’t want anything to happen to her.”
The car stopped at a high building, the rain still pouring down from the skies. They sat in the car, adjusting the earpieces and microphones they had on to keep in touch.
Through the rain, they ran around the building, to the back and looked up to the skies. Matthew’s grip on the railing of the stairs at the back of the building tightened and he pulled himself up on the first three steps.

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Everything Looks Better In The Rain

Charlie’s Story

I think I was about six when I first attended military school. My father had had the same education, and was determined to raise me in the same way as he’d been raised.
Military school was divided in two parts; the trainings and the education. There weren’t a lot of kids in my class. In fact, there were only two of us; me and a boy called Sam Quinn. We’d have the same classes as you’d get in a normal school, the boring classes mainly. I loved the trainings however, I saw them as one huge physical education class and I really enjoyed them. Even though they were exhausting and I’d end up with scabbed knees and broses all over.
I’d go home in the weekends, staying at my dad’s place – my mum had died when I was three cause of cancer. Sometimes we’d go over to my dad’s friend’s house where we’d stay for the weekend. I loved it there – they had a really big house with a huge garden where I could play as long as I wanted. It wasn’t the playtimes, however, that made me look forwards to the weekends, but the daughter of my dad’s friend, Amy. She was really pretty and made me feel all weird inside when she spoke. She had long brown hair, even back then, and her blue eyes made my knees go weak everytime she looked at me. I’d caught my dad and his friend, Mr Bourne, on a conversation once. A conversation that was bound to change my life forever. They were talking about promising Amy to me. Me being the six year old had no idea what they were talking about.
Something really weird happened when I was seven; Sam disappeared one day, and I was told nothing about it. I never saw him in class anymore, and he was nowhere to be seen with the trainings.
When Sam had been gone for, I think it was a week, I was told that a new boy was going to join me in the classes and trainings. I was excited over this, because the new boy was going to be sharing rooms with me, and I was brought over to a larger room with a bunk bed. I thought wisely, and took the top bed. The lady who looked after us – well, me - Mrs Bourne brought my stuff to my room and I was told to get changed into my pyjamas, and go to bed because the new boy was going to arrive soon.

When the new boy, Matthew, had been with me in classes and trainings for a week, Sam mysteriously came back. He had a black eye and looked rather sad. His dark hair sat flat on his head, and wasn’t shiny from the gel as usual. Sam had been my best friend until Matthew came around and I felt really awkward having to chose between them two. When Sam started to bully Matthew, I realized that Sam was nothing but a spoiled brat and I left him on the sideline, protecting Matthew with all my power. After all, Matthew was new and didn’t have the strength I had yet. This soon changed, Matthew was working as hard as he could to get at the same level as me and in a way, he was getting stronger than me as well. Whereas Sam could hurt me badly with his insults over to Matthew and I’d end up crying on our bedroom, Matthew would wave them off and didn’t even seem to have feelings over this. He’d also try to comfort me when I was crying, telling me that I shouldn’t get Sam to me so much. Sam was after him, as he told me, and it were only words. Matthew had closed himself for any feelings and he never was upset. He was a hard one, and tried harder than me. When puberty kicked in at age eleven, he changed and he loosened up. I saw this as a relief for me and him, as he finally started talking about his feelings and that Sam actually had hurt him. But that was all in the past; Sam had left military school when we were ten.

Matthew would stay at the base in the weekends, and I went over to my dad’s, occasionally going to Mr Bourne’s. I felt myself falling in love with his daughter, when I was thirteen and I’d tell Matthew all about her at night in our bedroom. I think Matthew was fairly happy for me, even though he didn’t know anything about girls because he’d never been off the base since he was seven and there were no girls around there. What confused me was that Matthew didn’t have any pictures of his family and not even memories about them. He said that he couldn’t remember anything from before he had arrived at the base and he would end up crying, rolled up in a ball and I would shush him. Telling him about my dad and Mr Bourne. Hoping and praying to God that it would make him stop crying. I never really liked it when Matthew was upset. He was my best friend, the only friend I had on the base. Not that I had many outside school, only Mr Bourne’s oldest son James, but he didn’t seem to want to hang out with a thirteen year old.

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When I turned eighteen, just a month after Matthew had, I left the base and went to live in an apartment close to where Matthew lived.
We’d been put at the same company, as hired assassins and I have to admit that I liked it. It wasn’t really the money that was so appealing, but more the excitement that it brought with the job. The searching, tracking down and eliminating your victim.
One day when I came round at Matthew’s – I hadn’t seen him for a couple of days – I noticed something different about his house; his house was spotless. The coffee table even had a vase with red roses in it and it smelt kinda sweet around the house. All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place when a girl came out of the kitchen with two mugs of coffee. The girl with the long brown hair, the blue eyes and the beautiful smile. My stomach churned with jealousy as she pecked Matthew on the cheek and gave me one of her smiles. She hugged me, said that she hadn’t seen me in a short while and that we certainly had to catch up on things. Amy explained things to Matthew, and I told him this was the girl I used to have a crush on.

My father died when I was about to turn nineteen; he got killed in a car crash. Nevertheless, I started to spend as many hours of the day as possible round Mr Bourne’s house. I told him that, somewhere under the dust in my memory, I remembered something about Amy being promised to me. I was at the stage that I understood what that exactly meant. Mr Bourne promised me that he would talk to Amy, and that she would get married to me. If not, things would happen. I wasn’t worried, not at all; Amy was the shy type and the daddy’s girl and I was convinced that she’d dump Matthew for me to marry her. However, things went awfully wrong; Amy’s hidden, dark side came floating up and she’d had a massive row with her father. Telling him that she’d never leave Matthew even if it meant that she had to give her life for it. Mr Bourne never told her that it was me, who she’d been promised to.
Things went from bad to worse when Amy openly announced, with a small dose of sarcasm, that Matthew was going to be a dad. It’d made me feel sick, and I had left their house instantly, telling them that I didn’t feel so well, which wasn’t even a lie. I went from Matthew’s to Mr Bourne’s, telling him the bad news. I actually thought he was going to explode and told me that she was doing it on purpose and that she’d betrayed the family. I actually got scared that moment, but something inside me, told me that Amy had to pay for it. If she wasn’t going to be mine, then she wasn’t going to be anyone’s. Not even my best friend’s.

Everything was planned out nicely; I was on a mission together with Matthew. I don’t think he suspected anything, not even Amy being scared as shit as he left the house. Amy was going to be lead up the building, while I told Matthew that we had to kill someone up there. Everything was perfect, everything. Even when Matthew stood eye to eye with his wife-to-be and I told him to kill her. He trusted me over Amy, just as planned. He didn’t think, he emptied his brain and shot the bullet out of his gun, penetrating the flesh where it would kill. With a silent thump she fell down onto the wet gravel, her white dress no longer white, but red from the blood that seeped through the cotton material. Matthew ran off after that, the tears flooding down his cheeks, I could only call after him, but to no avail. He went straight to the office where I was told to wait in the office next to one where Matthew was screaming at the boss. Even that we had planned out; Matthew stormed out of the building, running as fast as his legs could carry him, down the emergency exit and in the arms of James. We’d been telling him all along that Amy had betrayed the family, and it was all Matthew’s fault. James had been taking this gratefully and knocked him out of conscious with a baseball bat.
It’d taken hours and hours for him to wake up in the dark room somewhere in the building of where our office was. I’d been set to work as the torturer, emptying my brain, soul and everything else on Matthew. I did this with delight, seeing that I’d been wanting Amy for over six years and my best friend had taken her away from me in front of my eyes. I explained everything to him, with a white lie here or there, such as telling him that I actually had gotten Amy pregnant, which wasn’t true at all, but I felt that Matthew had to suffer for the things he’d done. We’d given James the chance to do his thing as well, and he did this perfectly. He shocked Matthew with a stun gun, leaving red marks all over his body. When I had enough of it, I let James get The Butcher, the man that we’d been talking about since we were kids. I later in my life found out that there wasn’t actually a Butcher, but just for the entertainment, I brought one to life. This being Sam Quinn. The boy that had tortured Matthew from age seven to ten. I saw the fear in his eyes as he recognised Sam, and he exchanged a terrified look with me. I’d just smiled and waited for what to come, leaning against the wall, smoking my cigarette.
Then something happened, something that I hadn’t expected at all. Mr Bourne’s old man came barging in on us, making Sam stop with what he was about to do. I felt my heart drop as he send me and Sam out of the room, only to call me back after a good fifteen minutes.
“You’re going to pay for this really badly, Charles.” The old bastard told me. I then felt guilt rising up inside me; Amy never would’ve loved me as she loved Matthew. I’d just killed the woman I deeply loved, who I could never have had, and made my best friend’s life a living hell.
“But sir!”
“No, Charlie. You killed her, you hurt my future grandson, you murdered my great-grandchild. Not even going on your knees and licking my shoes will make me forgive you for that.” The bastard explained. I was surprised to say at least when he pulled out a gun of his pocket and aimed.
“Sir!” I yelled, falling on my knees and begging the man not to shoot me. Nothing I did was going to stop him however, and with a loud bang I got shot out of my life.

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hmm..... it s not so bad