sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ

Prologue

The street light slowly turned itself off.
And the loud buzzing noise had finally stopped, making the empty street quiet.

No source of light could be found, it was pitch black, you couldn't see anything.
Only the trees that were swaying in the wind silently.

A small boy was sitting on a bench, near that street light. Facing the small abandoned play ground. His head hung low, and his hands on his legs.

The play ground looked haunted at night, but he didn't mind it. Even though sometimes, the swings could be heard, creaking and slightly swaying in the harsh, cold wind.

Making it sound like someone was in the swings. But he told himself there wasn't. He was one of the only kids in this street.

He sighed.

Not noticing the small droplets falling from the sky. He stood up, in hopes of going back home. But, No.

He had no home.

He sat back down, trembling with fear of the thought of even standing at the door step.

It made his tummy twirl and swirl. Butterflies, but once that make you feel like you're going to puke.

The butterflies weren't nice to him.

No one was nice to him.

The rain started to get heavy, and he sat there. Getting all soaked.

He had nothing. He had no hope, no life basically. No friends, he had never had any friends, not even in his happy days. People thought he was weird.

He wore different clothes from other boys his age, he looked more girly. It made people throw up.

Not only did he look like a skeleton, he hadn't eaten in months.

He's forced to not eat.

He regrets listing to his dad, his dad ruined everything.

He will get him back...

One day..