The Darkness Never Ends
What would happen if I told you that you were marked by the devil? What if the people who told you that everyday were your parents? What if those same people whipped you everyday because you were supposedly a demon? What if you started to believe that you were indeed evil? I can tell you. You would hate the world. Right? Everyday for the rest of your life you would be told you were a demon. Then one day you get fed up with hearing that you get a demon or devil and you run away. Now you have no one to spend your time with. No one. Alone. Forever. You're just going to rot on the street with no one to love you. You starve. In order to stay alive you steal and rummage through dumpsters. You loose track of time. Wither your 5 or 10, If its November or October. All you know is its cold or warm. You don't even remember your own name. Then one day someone from the orphanage finds you. And now you're living with kids a little younger or older that you and they all hate you. How about that? Just because you can't move you're left arm. No, That's not quite right. It's because your arm is blood red, because you have been marked by the devil. Suppose you were I.
That's how my story begins. Born into this world touched by evil. I suppose that the orphanage is better that the streets. But not by much. On the streets of London you have to rummage for food. Here I am given food but almost none. On the streets I slept in allies. Here I am sleeping on a cot alone in my own room only because I am too dirty to be anywhere near to the other kids. Rats crawl across me when I sleep. On the streets I was Alone. Here I am with others but alone. Never mind, I liked the streets better. None of the adults here matter to me, all of them think I belong in the dumpster. The other kids just love to beat me up. And then when I try to fight back they act like I attacked them first. Then I don't get dinner. So I let them do what they wish with me. Beat me to whatever they desire. But this won't last much longer. I will soon run. T will run across the city. I will run maybe even farther that the city. Not that it matters. They won't care to come after me.