Daylight brings the soft, gentle breeze on humans living their mundane lives. Night time brings the animals out, dark, thrilling, breathless, brings out the sharp gust of wind that you yearn to rush over you.

The dark streets of the city come alive when the sun goes down. Enter the night-club cloaked in the aroma of various scents, body oils, slick sweat sticking to lace and silk clothing, perfumes, alcohol and the most strongest fragrance of all, the smell of sex flowing through the air with the vibrations of the music.

Women show off their bodies and skills to gain money to buy those new shoes they like. You believe you understand this world? I ask you to look again. Women show off their bodies and skills to gain money, just to survive another day. The crude spider web of the underground world has them trapped like struggling flies, or perhaps more like butterflies. The butterflies carry on through this nightmare of indecently, for their children, themselves. Unable to fly another route, now ensnared by the spider better known as reality.

This story focuses on a Butterfly who continues to fight to keep him and his little brother together.

Ariel scrubbed viciously at his olive toned skin, as if cheap soap and hot water could wash the indecent touch of that man away. He caught sight his own reflection in the blue glass panels of his shower wall. The dark hickies from last night dotted his chest and lower torso, and there was sure to be some in other places as well. Disgusting..

The young teen slammed his fist against the shower wall repeatedly, gritting his teeth. His tortured hazel eyes drew a line with his shower wall reflection. All of my talents..and studies..amounts to my pitiful life now? His reflection held such sadness in his gaze, that Ariel shut his eyes tightly. Red trails of crimson blood ran zigzagging over and under each other as they ended below mingling with the water twirling and swirling down the drain.

Cold water had Ariel snapped back into reality. With a squeak and the turn of the tap, the water was shut off. Ariel ghosted through his daily routine with detached resolve, until it came to getting his little brother ready for school.

Omari sat across the old oak table, as his older brother fixed breakfast. He was a shy timid boy, unable to make friends easily. If only being timid was his only problem..

One of the real reasons Omari didn't have any friends, was because he had a split personality disorder. This outer ego called himself Ronan. And was rude and a loner by choice. Ariel loved them both, thinking of them as two different people. However not everyone shared his views..

" Big brother? Whats wrong?" Omari asked worriedly, glancing at Ariel's spaced out expression.

"huh?..Oh yeah buddy I'm fine, now eat up okay. Or you will be late for school"

Ariel said setting the plastic spatula down on the bench, and ruffling his cute little brothers hair. Omari grinned hugely, mouth stuffed with pancake and bacon.

Omari laughed, pointing at a cloud that looked like a bunny rabbit, as he rode piggyback on Ariel's back. Ariel smiled and laughed too, during a bright sunny morning with the streets buzzing with life. Ariel stopped slowly at the front metal gate of the primary school, kids dressed in all colors of the rainbow darted by, chased each other and played on the water washed colored playground. Omari reluctantly let his brother set him down, growing more silent and scared by each second passing.

"Omari..you do-"

Omari interrupted him sharply.

"Save it, if I don't go to school, they will send me to a Orphanage instead"

Ariel blinked at the sudden shift into a cold demeanor, then sighed.

"Try to make friends today okay Ronan?"

The clouds turned a somber grey, hiding the sun away. Causing the icily breeze to blow over the school grounds. The two brothers stared at each other for a weighted moment. Ronan gripped his bag scrap hard. He turned away, walking into the school boundaries.

"I don't need friends"

He whispered indifferently.