I ruffle my messy golden brown locks and sighed as i flopped into my bed. "Why can't I be like everyone else?" I thought to myself, "I'm so awkward and clumsy, and definitely not as pretty as the other kids at school." I heard a knock and in came my aunt; the room filled with the scent of cheap liquor and cigarettes. "I think it's high time your worthless ass stops mooching off me. Get the fuck out of my house." She slurred. I tried to rebuttle, alas she threw her bottle and it shattered right beside my head, scaring me half to death. I threw together a small bag and got myself out of there. The streets were cold and dark, but where could I go? I have no one left. Mom and Dad both died when I was three in a car accident. I have no friends, and my family doesnt want me. I saw a small sheltered alley and decided to stay in there for the night. I managed to fit a blanket in my bag, which helped with the bone chilling winds of the New York streets. I slowly fell asleep. I woke up in a foreign place. I tried to move but I couldn't, my hands and feet were bound with rope. I tried to scream, which resulted in failure once again. I struggled for a bit until I heard footsteps coming from the nearby stair case. From the looks, it appears I'm in a basement. "Why are you boys always the loudest?" A voice complained. A man approached me, with a sickenly sweet smile. His ocean blue eyes appeared to be troubled, there was a storm brewing. "Seems you found yourself in my basement. How do people keep doing this?" He chuckles, "My name's Louis. Let's have some fun."
