(Book One)
Two men, both very different yet very much the same. When the last match has been lit, one became blinded by its smoke. A rash decision has been decided, for the two men have agreed upon a duel... But when the last light goes out in the t...
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Chapter 18
The Clothes On My Back
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The shadows is like my blanket... Holding me in...ever so tightly. The sounds of a police car raced down the street that I was watching from the deserted alleyway. Miserably, I held the hood, on the jacket I wore, over my head. A light rain drizzled on... My dark locks of curly hair were soggy and draped over my left eye. I've been here for quite some time before I sulked out of the dark area between the two buildings. These buildings were crumbling under its own weight and the constant wearing away at the stone. The straggly looking drug-addicted individuals lived within the walls of the dwellings. If you look close enough, you may see the sunken-in eyes of one of the dwellers watching your every move.
The water and filth had soiled my once clean clothes. The attire that clung to my small frame was fraying and torn in some places. The skin on my bones were scraped, bruised, dirtied... I wasn't exactly in the best shape... My stomach occasionally grumbled with hunger but I ignored it... I had to push forward seeking a place to stay. A few nobodies trudged past me... To them I was invisible or a beggar looking for money. They would not bother to gift me with shelter nevertheless money or food... In this world... In this time... I was alone...
My sleep-deprived body stepped back into the safety of the shadows for a slight second... The fuzzy brain in my skull went over the events that had occurred over the year...
