I still lay on the ground eyes wide open, not a wink of sleep came by. Even though it had only been a few minutes, it felt like I had been there for hours. I got up from my spot to check on my surroundings, 'no one' I mused. But there was no need since I already knew that no one would do anything to a broke a*s kid like me. One idea crossed my mind right at that moment, but if they were to kill me and sell my body parts than sure I was of use to them. In fact, I looked so weak and beat up that I'm sure If I needed money, I would've picked myself off the streets and sold all my body parts. With that thought now lingering in my head, I quickly sat up straight and ran to the next alleyway. There was slight protection there since there was a thick brick wall coated with gray paint only a few months ago. But still by the sides where two open spots were anyone could sneak up on me. "Only for now, only for now Ille change spots tomorrow," I declared. I already knew that I had to find shelter, when I was with my mother, she would give me warmth and would protect me. But now as a vulnerable 11-year-old laying down on the streets with literally nothing. It didn't seem like I would make it that far. The whole world is filled with selfish people, no one would offer to aid me unless I did something for them, and right now in my situation I don't think there is anything that I can possibly offer. Except for a kick filled bad a*s fight, because I know no one's really going to approach me unless I prove me self to them. Let alone the part where I would have to give them something, I breathed in and out. A lot harder than I would usually breathe, my mother always told me to never get revenge and let karma hit people in their a*sholes. Still though I always desired revenge against those who had wronged me. Made me feel pain so unbearable It made me feel like I would rip my skin off at any moment. The person responsible for all my problems, no matter if someone else was also in charge for those problems. They were the main ones that had brought hell upon my life. And I wanted to give them hell back. The man I was thinking of was my father, the very father that had left my mother on the streets. Broke her heart to the point that she refused to testify against him, made my mom and me end up on the streets. And now because of that my mother was dead, and only I was left from the Boltan's. One of the most well-known family, but hated by everyone, when my dad left my mom and made his own business. He got more popular and loved amongst people for leaving the quote on quote "retched hell". Now, my ex-father was sending people down from his business to end my mom and Me's life. And that's when it hit me, almost knocking me out. That man must have been one of the snipers that my dad hired to end our lives. I slammed my hands on the ground, cold bruises replaced with the once cold atmosphere. I cried, "F*CK YOU DAD F*CK YOU HAVE NO DAMN HEART YOU DESERVE TO DIE!" I collapsed onto the ground, tears flowing down once more, expect this time I felt lifeless. I was depressed, crying and I just felt empty. Like too much had been put forth on me, too much depression, paranoia and so much more. My feelings just snapped like a rusty cord, I wiped my tears before smiling. I started laughing a little too much, laughing to the point that I lost all my personality. To the point where my life just seemed hopeless, to the point that I just couldn't stop it. Still though a slight thought had crossed my mind, if my dad was really out to get me and see me suffer. And that sniper reported back to my dad then my father would definitely enjoy making me suffer. When he hears from the sniper that I was cussing him out and crying. Unless of course, there were some people in this world that actually contained a heart. Then, in that case I would be fine. But still, that didn't mean that my dad wouldn't stop trying to hunt me down. 'For now, though," I mused, 'I would stay here than decide were fate will take me.' With that I sighed and proceeded to wipe my face, right around the street I spotted a black figure. They were moving slowly and quietly, so much that I wouldn't have seen them in the fisrt place. The black figure kept looking around to see if there was any other people in the area. I backed away onto the other side of the wall, I than started peeking to see what this person was even doing in this rusty alleyway. When I turned my head to see what they were doing, I found that the figure was still looking around for someone. She either heard me, or she's doing something too important to be ruined by some Mear normal person. Except I wasn't exactly any normal person, I was a Boltan hated by all. Now that I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that she could be one of my dad's people. So, I decided to keep myself hidden to make sure no harm was done, I was already scared being here alone. But the thought of being hunted, now that was really the scariest part in my opinion. The figure now stopped scanning the place and walked in only one direction, the direction in which I was in.
