Underground Warrior

Ryder's POV:

Dear Journal,
This dumb journal...Dad's gone. I don't know where I am but I know there's people, I hear them. Dad was the good guy at least that's what I thought but the image of him getting gutted wasn't a mix up, or because some guy went off the rails but because dad had enemy's. I have this one family photo that keeps me fighting, I think about being home a little too often but I sike myself out. I'm not sixteen years old anymore my existence is better off kept a secret for the safety and stability of the place, and the people I love. I've become a something not a someone. It's hard to look at my reflection without seeing darkness behind it. I blame the man who killed my father, those whom tortured me, but yet I do the same thing. I've killed, I've made others scream in pain. It's not the doing that makes me a monster it's the numb feeling inside. I don't feel bad for those I've taken the last breath from, I don't hesitate with those I torture, that's what makes me a monster. It's cold down here, it gets lonely when everyone is trying to kill you. It sucks because I don't even know why I'm the target, what did I do? Or what did dad do?...
-Ryder