Under the morning light (bxb)

Chapter 1 - Aiden

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

The sound of drops falling into a pond echoed in Aiden's ears.

The rhythmical sound paired with his short and shallow breaths was almost hypnotizing, making his fogged mind fall in trance.

He glanced at the puddle in front of him, well aware that had he been able to see his reflection, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize himself.

His clothes were stained with dried blood, his raven hair jumbled and knotted, his gray eyes circled by black and purple bruises, formed in the last couple of hours.

He was grateful no one was able to see his disgraceful appearence, his scrawny and short body curled up on the ground.

He lost trace of the time he had spent hiding in the dark alley between two building in the suburbs of his city, GreenHill.

It was just before dawn after a bout of rain, on a cold day in the middle of October.

What he was doing to end up bruised, shivering from the absence of heat due to the thin and tattered clothes on his self, was an escape serving as a last act of self defense.

It was the only way he had to keep his last bit of sanity along with his short, miserable life.

There was no light around him, the only streetlight on the side of the road long broken by some passing group of gangsters or someone that, for some weird reason, decided that they liked more stumbling around in the dark and risk to injure themselves instead of keeping the reasonable commodity of being able to see at night.

Not that it bothered him, he had spent all of the 18 years of his life surrounded by darkness, in every aspect. He never had a normal childhood.

His mother was only a blurry memory in his mind, for she had abandoned him and his father while he was still a toddler.

Abusive asshole. Not father. I don't have a father.

His dad, the figure he should have looked up at, the guide that should have helped him discover life and the world step by step, with love and affection, was the one that plunged him in the pitch black abyss he now lived in.

Aiden struggled breathing for a long second when the image of his fat- the abusive bastard surfaced in his mind.

A bundle of flashes of memories coursed trough his head, bringing an extremely frosty chill upon his spine, making him feel even more the bite of the cold brought by the early hour of the morning.

He shivered from where he was huddled near a trash can, hugging his knees tighter to his chest as he buried his head right behind them.

It just had to happen when it's cold, huh. My usual shitty luck.

All of his body ached from the bruises gained while dealing with the man he most feared...hated in the world, and a sense of dread grew within himself while recalling the altercation he earlier exchanged with him.

He had hidden himself in this alley because he felt he had no other option if he wanted to keep his life.

Earlier that night he was taking care of the dumpster he thought of as his home, as a routine.

Even though he spent most of his free time cleaning every corner of the house, the stench of alchool and the trash that laid around the living room never seemed to end.

He almost admired how his father managed to live like a pig even with all of the effort he spent on his chores.

The man usually spent his days outside gambling the few money Aiden managed to get with his part time jobs, while at night he spent time in the living room drinking and eating while watching TV.