Letting out a tired sigh, I pulled my knees tightly into my chest. I didn't know why I felt like this, so alone and unhappy according to my to be happy parents I had all the time, if they where beside me right now I would have to be grinning unnaturally from ear to ear because I was sitting in my favourite bench in central park so I should be happy, right?. I was beside the duck pond although since it was late autumn the birds had all migrated south for the winter leaving me alone since without the ducks inhabiting the area, on lookers didn't feel the need to pay this area any second thought. Which was good for me, at this moment I just really wanted to be alone.

With the rustling of the leaves and the soft breeze causing the empty branches of the trees to creak and rub against one another I closed my eyes letting the sounds of nature try to calm me, but it proved pointless, I was uneasy, the constant feeling of being watched lurked in the back of my mind, pulling my fedora hat down to hide my face I forced the rim of my jumper high above my neck and gripped the ends of my sleeves tight. I didn't want people to see me, to see all my faults. Over the years I had gathered plenty of scars and bruises, they where reminders basically of how I wasn't good enough, each fault I made, every wrong move held a severe punishment. Gently I placed my white fingertips on my jumper, through the thick layer of wool I could still fell a slight twinge of pain from the 'punishment' I received earlier today.

Looking up at the red sun setting sky I wondered if this is what laid ahead for me for the rest of my life, to wake up each day knowing that I would be getting beaten till I was almost knocked unconscious but a small part of me always said that something was going to happen, something good. A force of great power will take me far away from all the pain, all the suffering, and all the lies I have to hide behind a mask.

I let a few tears slip out, I hated hiding how I felt, I wasn't allowed to show what was going on inside of me, my parents didn't care; nobody cared. What seemed in a few short minutes the sun setting sky turned dark "I'd better get home" I mumbled shifting my body off the bench, wincing slightly from a pain in my side I paused.

I tried to relax for a moment, letting the pain subside. From a close distance I could hear the leaves rustle unnaturally somebody was coming glancing uneasily over I saw a shady figure approach the pond, looking at the built I could tell that it was a man, like me he was wearing a fedora only his was a brown colour and also was pulled down shading his face, he was wrapped up tightly in a long brown trench coat. I don't think he was paying attention to me because his head was facing the empty, still pond he walked over to the ledge of the pond, stopped and continued to stare ahead.

I didn't want to annoy the guy with my presence because I seem to do that a lot with my parents. Besides for all I knew this guy could be a serial killer so I slowly started to hoist myself upwards but again a sudden wave of pain hit my side and I couldn't help but let out a whimper. The man in front of me quickly turned his head to give me a side glance "you ok?" he asked, I paled my parents are going to have me skinned if they found out I was talking to a stranger. Gulping I shakily nodded my head I could hear the clattering of my teeth drum inside my mouth in fact I was kinda surprised that he didn't "are ya sure cus yer lookin' kinda pale" he inquired with a hint of concern in his tone, his body was starting to turn to face me. My hands where now starting to shake 'this isn't gonna end well at home', not bothering to respond for a second time I quickly started to run away from this person as fast as my legs would carry me, my feet kicking the auburn gold leaves littered on the path. Panting my mind started to ask questions 'why would a complete stranger person want to know if I was ok I mean that's just creepy…or maybe some people in the big apple aint so bad' turning for the exit of the park I slowed my pace down to a simple jog, I don't think the dude was following me but you can never be too sure right?.

Jogging down the sidewalk toward Brooklyn I noticed how empty the paths seemed to be, you'd have a few people walking toward the nearest subway station hoping to catch the last train home. 'Smart people' my mind cheered. I guess they where going to a nice up-to-date apartment, most likely heated and ready for them to go to and sleep in their soft cosy beds. I let out a dreamy breath, "some people don't even know how awesome they have it" I smiled but it soon faded as I came out of my thoughts. I was in Brooklyn, shoving my hands deep into my worn out pockets I walked briskly toward the all to familiar run down apartment in which my and my parents lived, gulping I looked nervously around to see if I could spot any creepy dragon dudes, heck even druggies or anybody who looks like trouble. I know Brooklyn isn't as dangerous as Bronx but it's still a nesting place for danger.

I suddenly felt a wet drip land on the tip of my nose, looking up into the velvet sky I couldn't see any clouds, my guess is because the sky was so dark, another drip landed on my cheek, which was soon followed by another, soon a whole chain of raindrops started to bucket down from the sky. Suddenly there was a bright flash of lightning, which was followed by the drumming of thunder and a wave of hard drops. "Well isn't this just perfect" I moaned 'this is a sign defiantly a sign' my mind pointed out. Gulping I walked toward the run down apartment complex, I didn't care how wet I was gonna be I wanted to sped as much time away from that building as possible, taking another step closer to my destination I could feel my jumper getting more damp with each passing second I bit my lip as I felt the water sink through my jumper, glancing up at the dark building filled with shattered windows, grafitti and two inhabitants waiting for the return of a certain somebody. Only one thought passed through my mind…. " they are gonna be pissed".