Just An Echo

Prologue

I used to want to be a hero. To maybe save the world, change it for the better until I realized the world doesn't really deserve it. We are greedy and cruel we rob, fight and kill each other like its nothing. Even people outside our world are disgusted by our demeanor how we can ruin our lives and our earth so quickly. Please don't think I'm some sort of saint though, oh God no, these hands are by no means clean. But it didn't take long for me to see that most of the people in this world don't have very clean hands either. They will break you down so they can be built up, using you like another ring on the ladder there hoping to climb. Maybe they're not always against you, they're just for themselves. Now granted I haven't been around the best people in my life, living on the streets you meet some bad people but most of the time they're just as bad as you. Every once in awhile you'll meet that genuinely good person who just, in their heart, wants to help you. Most of the time we just take advantage of them and after that they're a little more wary about who they help which just destroys their niceness all together. I'll admit it more times than not I've slipped my hands in one of their pockets or snuck in the window they left open on that nice night but hey I warned you I wasn't a saint. Being a thief on the streets has taught me a lot of things about stealing, lock picking and a how to swing a punch but the most important thing I've learned is don't trust anyone. Which is easy for me because I know that most people have that evil lurking inside them, that they aren't afraid to use me and that was ok because all I needed was me, myself and I. The problem began when I saw something that made my not even trust myself.