Skipping forward a couple of years. He is now 12 years old.
He had been in hell for three years now. He had no friends here. Kept himself to himself. He had been fostered many times but always managed to end up with foster parents who were horrible. He was with this one family called the Aycliffe's. They seemed to be nice but the dad lost his job. His wife and he started fighting and their daughter, Clare, hated him. The dad got verbally abusive and Ryan got sent back to BurnyHell. Ryan decided to delete the files about that placement. He didn't want anyone to find about that.
Since going back to BurnyHell, his life had got complicated. He began cutting again, he stopped eating and barely left his room. He hadn't cut or skipped meals for a year but he was hating life. All that ever happened was abuse. Words got thrown in his face as if they were knives, he got beaten up by people much like Aiden and Liam. Adults always said: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. He didn't feel any stronger though. He felt weak, like he was dying in a big black hole and no one cared.
Ryan found himself walking alone, along an alleyway, alone. It was dark and cold. It had just finished raining so he was soaked to the bone in the only clothes he had left. Everything else had been nicked at BurnyHell. He saw something move in the corner of his eye. He turned around to see a figure in a hoodie, covering his or her face. They removed their hood revealing a man with very pale skin, brown eyes and long, straight brown hair which was very greasy. He had cold, squinty eyes and a pointed nose. There was a burn scar on his check, reminding Ryan of someone he knew. He just couldn't put his finger on who.
"Hello again. Been a while. I'm here for one reason. To finish what I started three years ago." Said the mystery man.
"Who are you?" Ryan was scared. There were many people wo wanted to kill him.
"Oh. Don't recognize me. You lost me a home. Me and my friend. Aiden." The man said. Another hooded figure stepped out of the shadows.
"Shit," He mumbled under his breath. This was the last person he wanted to swear.
"Don't swear! Now, have you seen any of your little buddies? Toby maybe?" The hooded figure asked.
"No. I haven't seen them since I left." Ryan replied, absolutely terrified.
"Well, you didn't get to say goodbye to him. You never will either, we killed him!" Ryan's hand gripped around something hard in his pocket. He had a feeling he would be using this tonight.
"We'll be nice and finish you off nice and quick, like we did to your beloved friend!" Aiden shouted, un-hooding himself. The two brought out something from their bags. They were what Ryan had been around for the latter of his childhood. Knives. The knives they had, had red handles. The blade was partially silver but were mostly red. Blood red.
"See this," Liam said pointing to the red. "This is what is left of Toby. This will be you too." The two elders edged closer to Ryan, knifes out at the ready. Ryan knew he couldn't do this, he would end up in juvie. He brought out the red metal case of a Swiss pocket knife. He brought out the knife and held it at arm's reach. He older two were only inches from him. Ryan took the chance and grabbed both of their hands. He twisted the two around and pinned their arms behind their backs. Being in BurnyHell wasn't too bad. He did learn some good self-defense.
He took their arms and held them in one hand. They were struggling, trying to break free, but Ryan wouldn't let them. He used his other hand and brought the pocket knife down on Liam's back first, close enough to his heart. The boy went limp and Ryan let go. He did the same to Aiden.
They were gone. Never coming back. Just like Toby. But he was a murderer. He killed two men. Waiting with them until the police came, which was most likely. They boy fell to his knees and cried. All around him was abuse and death.
He heard the sirens. The blue lights blinding him. He had learnt to block stuff like that out and was now doing so. He felt someone pull him up, turn him around and hand cuff him. He felt himself being pushed towards a car. He felt the engine start, the vibrations from it. He felt his world falling down.
