Chapter 1: Abandoned
It was a dark and stormy night when a baby boy was left on the doorstep of an orphanage. The only thing left with him was a note that read, "I can't take care of him, please give him a good life." The boy had no name, no family, and no future. He was just another abandoned child in a world full of unwanted kids.
The orphanage was a cold and unwelcoming place. The children were all packed together in cramped rooms, with little food or attention from the staff. The boy was given a number, 437, and that became his identity. He was just another face in the crowd, a nobody.
As the years went by, 437 grew up in the orphanage. He was never adopted, and soon he became known as a troublemaker. He would act out, steal food, and get into fights with the other children. He was angry, bitter, and felt like no one cared about him.
The staff at the orphanage didn't know what to do with 437. They tried to discipline him, but nothing seemed to work. They thought he was a lost cause, a child without hope. So they stopped trying.
It wasn't long before the other children at the orphanage began to pick on 437. They would tease him, call him names, and push him around. He felt alone and isolated, with no one to turn to.
As he grew older, the abuse became worse. The older kids would beat him up, and the staff turned a blind eye. They didn't care about 437, they saw him as a burden. He was just another mouth to feed, another problem to deal with.
The abuse took its toll on 437. He began to withdraw, to shut himself off from the world. He stopped talking to the other kids, stopped eating, and stopped caring. He felt like he was in a prison, with no way out.
One day, 437 decided he had had enough. He couldn't take the abuse anymore, the loneliness, the despair. He went into the bathroom and took a razor blade from his pocket. He held it to his wrist and closed his eyes.
But before he could make the cut, something strange happened. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. It was like a jolt of electricity, and he fell to the floor, gasping for air.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange, dark place. He was no longer in the bathroom, no longer in the orphanage. He was lost, alone, and scared.
Chapter 2: Trapped in the Dark
437 looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. It was pitch black, and he couldn't see a thing. He felt like he was floating in a void, with no up or down, no left or right. He tried to move his arms and legs, but he couldn't feel them. It was like he was just a ghost, a lost soul in the dark.
As he floated in the void, he began to hear strange noises. At first, they were distant and muffled, but they grew louder and more distinct as he floated closer to them. He heard screams, cries, and moans. He heard the sound of chains rattling, of doors creaking, of footsteps echoing in the distance. It was like he was in a nightmare, a world of horror and pain.
Suddenly, 437 felt a cold hand grip his shoulder. He turned around, but he saw no one. The hand was just a ghostly touch, a chill that ran down his spine.
"Who's there?" he whispered into the darkness.
There was no answer, only the sound of breathing. It was heavy and ragged, like someone was struggling to catch their breath.
437 felt a sudden surge of fear. He didn't know where he was, or what was happening to him. He felt like he was being watched, like he was in the presence of something evil.
He tried to move, to run away from the darkness, but he couldn't find his feet. He was trapped, lost in the void.
As he floated in the darkness, he saw glimpses of shapes and figures. They were like shadows, flickering in the blackness. He saw faces twisted in pain, bodies contorted in agony. He saw demons and monsters, with sharp claws and teeth, ready to pounce on him.
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Shadows of destiny
Mystery / ThrillerThe story is about a boy that tries to die by ends up meeting a fate worse then death , it is a dark fantasy story while engulfs you rigth at the beginning and keep getting better with its dark stroy line keeping you at the edge of your seat waiting...