Chapter 2: Shattered to pieces

As the rain fell down on the streets a lonely boy made his presence through the mist. He looked battered and was in deep pain. He struggle to walk properly and to not show the agony, but in the end it still shows. He stared up in the sky as if asking for a miracle to make everything better and that wish that this is just a dream. But to his disappointment it was reality. No one could really blame him, for wishing that life would just end quickly, for he felt the pain of being in a dark room filled with nothing.

You could tell from his actions that he has a rough life. He was just there standing and not even moving. He didn't mind the rain that poured down through his body. He had suffered worse things than just being out alone in the middle of the street and into the cold breeze while raining.

He decided to continue on walking without a care in the world. Now that he has suffered countless and endless injuries he doesn't care if something would happen to him.

Malik's POV

I wish I could runaway, but really no matter what I do I just come back and never will I feel salvation. Whenever I'm near death I always move far away. Why is this so? I can't believe I'm asking questions to myself like this. But if I were to answer that question I would probably want to say that maybe there is still a part of me who still wants to live.

The only thing that irritates me the most is that, when I'm really near eternal peace, I'm always spared. I think that it's probably because I'm too unworthy to go anywhere else that I'm also banned from death. Even the underworld would hate me if I went there. I guess I'll never find my own world where I could do what I want to do. No one really bothered to talk to me or even go near me. I think it's because I'm such a burden that they think it's contagious.

I didn't really mean to stay in this world if I wasn't even needed. I bet I'm just wasting the resources that Earth has for it's inhabitants. Oh well I guess that's just life. I bet that if anyone would be in my place no one would survive a single day. I guess I'm still lucky to even live until now. My other persona is really the person whose behind this. I'm always battered by him, I never even get the chance to explain myself.

Anyway I'm used to this kind of thing, after all this did happen to me when I was a kid.

I guess when you were once an unlucky bastard you'll always be one. Guess that's just life, cruel and evil.

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