He needed nothing. All he thought he needed was clothes, food, water and a bit of shelter.
To all that had met him, would say nothing got to him. You could literally do anything in front of him and he wouldn't give a damn!
Nothing makes him laugh or smile. he keeps to himself, silently watching everyone... Observing and learning...
The only time he had gotten angry was the time he showed everyone his monster, his demon. That he was the worst of the worse, the he was something that all should fear.
But, a few simple words, had left him wondering... Wondering about it all...
"Some people just need a second chance. Some people only need a friend. But, what do you need?"
What did he need? What did he truly need?
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Book of Random Ideas
RandomThis is a book where i just write a little bit of a story. It just is to keep me from going insane. Please read and vote on what you like.
