Nathaniel was born on a cool autumn morning, the kind where the air feels crisp and the leaves crunch underfoot. For twelve years, his life was quiet and uneventful, the kind of childhood most people would call normal. He lived in a small town surrounded by forests and hills, where the days were predictable, and the nights were calm. His family-just him, his mom, his sister, and his dad-seemed ordinary too. But looking back, Nathaniel would wonder: was it ever really normal, or was everyone just pretending?
Everything changed on his twelfth birthday. It wasn't dramatic at first. There were no thunderclaps or sudden revelations. Just a creeping sense that something was... off. It started small. Odd moments when his mother, once warm and attentive, seemed distracted, even nervous. His father, on the other hand, stayed the same-steady and reliable, maybe because he didn't notice what was happening, or maybe because he didn't want to.
By the time Nathaniel was in his late teens, he was a quiet, sharp-minded young man with big dreams and a gift for language. He could learn dialects in days, win over anyone with his words, and read between the lines better than most people realized. But underneath his calm exterior, there was always a tension. His mom had grown stranger over the years, slipping into long silences or disappearing into the attic for hours at a time. There were rumors too-about her past, about things people had seen but wouldn't talk about. Nathaniel tried not to think about it, but the questions were always there, lurking.
This is the story of how Nathaniel went from a boy with a quiet life to a man caught in something far bigger than himself. A journey of hidden truths, impossible choices, and the realization that sometimes, pretending everything is normal is easier than facing what's real. But in the end, Nathaniel knew he couldn't live in denial forever. Sooner or later, he'd have to decide: run from the truth or face it head-on.
Nov. 17 - Dec. 17
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017
A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.