A small/shrimpy boy laid on his side in the middle of the alleyway. His chest rose once a minute as he struggled to bleed, coughing up blood. The slow rising chest had a hole where his lung was supposed to be, blood leaking out at an alarming rate.
People would constantly take 1 glance at him and continued on with their day. Not caring for the dying child…. All except for a wide eyed raven haired boy named Prince Nathaniel. He jumped out of his carriage and ran over to him, about to touch him when someone called out to him.
"Get away from it!"
A man wearing formal clothing grabbed the Prince roughly by his wrist. "Let me go! Father, he needs help!"
"Nobody cares if he dies son. Come now or you will receive a big spanking!"
The man picked up the Prince with ease and placed him back in the carriage on the lap of his mother. The boy kicked, screamed, and cried. The dying boy's eyes rolled to the back of his head.
- 8 Years Later -
Nathan kicked open his bedroom door, anger written all over his face as he took off his button up shirt. He ran his fingers through his raven black hair and started to cry. Just a few hours ago, his parents were reminding him to brush his teeth as they walked out of the double doors. Now, they're corpses 6 feet underground. He blew out his candles and closed his eyes, crying himself into a slumber.