Land Of Misfits

●Chapter One●

The sound of small, padded feet hitting hardwood floor filled up the cramped hallways of that wretched house.

Now, the house itself isn't wretched. For a house cannot be a thing in of itself. It was the things that had taken place within its walls that had made it wretched. Damned. Abandoned by all light and good.

The stained and grimy wallpaper that lined that halls had started to peel off in strips. And trash has started to pile up on all sides. Roaches crawled silently in the shadows, and mice scratched at the walls from the inside.

You ran.

Now was your chance to leave.

He should have never shown you the outside.

You had spent all of your sad little life within these walls. Rarely allowed to go outside. Your skin was thin and yellow from lack of sun and nutrients.

and even so the more you ran to freedom the more liberated you felt. You had no remorse for leaving. No fond memories to leave behind, and no reason to stay.

He knew when he pushed that God forsaken needle in his arm he would be active, he would shout and throw things. but this time, he relaxed into his usual recliner and didn't move. He hadn't moved for hours. This was your chance.

You ran as fast as your thin little legs could go to that big metal door. You pulled it open with all your might, just barely reaching the doorknob. When you pulled it open with a big creak sun flooded into the small hallway and you shielded your eyes.

The sun was brightening, especially if you've never been able to see it aside from the grimy windows of the house. Even then, the grime and dust barely allowed actual rays to filter in.

Your eyes adjusted eventually and with your remaining strength you bolted out the doors. You had no shoes so the concrete stabbed at your feet and loose gravel digged into your soft padded soles. You didn't care, you only yelped and continued to run.

No one paid attention to the running child with dirty, ripped clothes and malnourished skin. You didn't want them to. They might take you back. You couldn't run for much longer, you simply didn't have enough energy. You stumbled into an alley and sank to the ground.

You breathed heavily and shallowly. You had escaped. You were free. You smiled with cracked and dried lips. You felt so weak, and breathing had become so hard for you. You were just going to lay down..and have a small nap.

You were free..

It was okay...

Right?

.......

You woke up a few hours later, the sun had set and the temperature had dropped. You were shivering from the cold. The cold didn't help your cracked and now bleeding lips, along with the gaunt unhealthy color of your skin as your veins were visible.

You didn't mind. Nor care. Your young mind saw no problem with the way you looked or smelled.

Anyone passing by would see a small, dirty child with matted hair, dirty skin, gaunt frame and sickly skin.

But no one cared.

No one thought to even check up on you, and they left you to rot.

Though, you were used to the worlds unkindness. It's not the first time its treated you unfairly. And I'm sorry to say, it will not be the last either.

Though, The child, Thin and cold, still had a hope, a burning fury hot deep inside of themselves. They were determined to never go back to that place.

And with this pitiful note of escape, and a dreary view of the world's dirtiest city's, my friends, our story begins.