[Name TBA]

Prologue

    Some things in this world change the perception of our reality forever. In our own life, we can not predict our own future or our fate. Sometimes, fate knows how to break and destroy us, and we struggle so hard to recover from our own suffering, and sometimes fate is like an angel. Sometimes that fate is in the shape of another being. Sometimes, things work out in our favor, and allow us to stand strong and tall.

     The fate of Alfred Moon, my name, sadly, was not in my favor, though. Nor has it been in my favor since the day I was born. I've been brought farther and farther down to the ground, and I simply hated being the victim in all this. I hated how I was the one supressed by the entire world! I laughed sometimes at the pain this world brought me, because people always told me "things will get better," but they never did.

    I walked along the sidewalk, trying to ignore the headache building up. The traffic wasn't helping of course. I simply just tried to look down at the sidewalk, and pay more attention the cracks in it, then the noise around me, or the crappy day I had once again.

    "Look out!" A stranger shouted at me. Apparently I had almost ran into the guy. I sighed. What's come to this world, I thought. I put the thought away immediately and continued walking. I tried to think more optomistically, but it's hard when you're driven away from everything and everyone, and repeatedly cut down by everyone. It could more well said that I see the glass half-empty I guess. 

   All I planned to do when I finally got home, was sit on my computer, scrolling through my facebook, and wonder why there was nothing I could to be there for anyone who needed it, and why everyone who ever did talk to me shoved me away. I didn't see much point in sticking around, but things in this world had a strange way of getting me to not bother to change up my life anyways.

   As I walked in the door, my mother was standing there in front of me, expressionless as ever.

   "Alfred, we're moving," she spoke. Her voice seemed quieter than usual. Probably because she was sick, because, honestly, I always knew my mom wanted to move away from here. 

    I thought about the possibilities in moving. Maybe for once I wouldn't have to stare at shadows and wonder my only friend was the darkness. It didn't seem possible. Finally! I thought, hoping I didn't say it out loud. I was glad I could get out of this hell. Of course, this could just be all some dream, some figment, of my wild imagination. 

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The next day, my mom shook me awake, and I slowly opened my eyes, not wanting to get out of my bed. As I opened my eyes I looked around and realized that everything in my room except for my bed was already gone. They must have put it in the moving van when I was asleep. I bit my lip, trying not to yawn. It was so empty now. My room now matched how I had felt for the past few years: alone and empty inside. My mom smiled faintly and dragged me out of my bed, so she could place that in the vehicle as well. I sighed, as I walked out to the van, ready to leave home, if you could have ever called it that in the first place, for good, into a new life.