Nobody could really tell what was going on in the boys mind. His deep green eyes looked around him in fear, slowly closing in on one thing. A small knife in the corner of the room. Why was he there? Why was there a knife? Is he in trouble? He could never tell. All he knew is that he had no family to go running to. His name was Jarod Black. The last living one of his family. His siblings and parents were killed months ago. Now it was just him. Rocking back and forth. On the cold hard ground, his eyes staring at the knife as hallucinations plagued his mind as always. Cold. Dark. Hallucinations. ((A/N: first time writing a story like this so yeah... It might suck badly... But I'll try to make sure it makes sense! So yeah, I hope you enjoy!))