The night is dark, and the rain pours like there is an ocean above the clouds. Your hands shake as you stare at them. The dark rouge blood sticks to every crevice and it's even under your nails.

Your hands frantically capture the drops falling from the sky and scrub each other, trying to get rid of the liquid guilt. If anyone were to see you they would know.

A sickening churn of your stomach takes over you in waves. Your mind playing the moment back like it was a movie scene, and you had to see it.

"You're never going to get away from me. I own you. Did you seriously think running away would solve all your problems?" His dark eyes stare you down, and you begin to back away.

But it's all in vain.

In a split second, he's on top of you, cutting off your airways like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to do. Your hands come up to try and get his off your precious throat. Nails scraping at his knuckles and wrists.

He's unfazed like he felt nothing. The edges of your vision turn fuzzy and little black dots cover the world in its polka-dotted filter.

Is this really the end? The end of your hard work that you desperately tried to achieve. All of it was worthless?

Your body is fighting so much that your lungs feel like they're being fried in the pits of hell. Legs kicking and torso arching up to try and get this man off of you.

A light catches your eye, and you notice the shiny ballpoint pen sticking from out of his jeans. Why it's there, you don't care.

You struggle in grabbing it, as the man on top of you thinks you're still fighting. And in a way, you are, but he doesn't know that.

When you finally get it into your hands, you press the button and begin frantically jabbing the pen into his neck.

His grip loosens, and you go for his eye next. Screaming in agony, he falls over and you can finally breathe again.

Gasping and greedily gulping in the air like it's water, your head spins. This crazy bastard was going to kill you!

At that moment, you blackout.

You didn't know what happened when you came to, but there's blood everywhere and it's not your own.

Your head turns, and you see his soulless eye looking at you. Looking through you in fact, because he's dead.

But that wasn't what scared you. What scared you was the hysterical laughter and rush of adrenaline that felt like heaven. You loved killing him, and you'd do it again if you had another chance.

Your sweater is soaked through, and it's so heavy. But your feet still take you to the alleyway.

The lone dumpster reminds you of yourself, alone in a world where everyone forgets.

The lid is open, and you look inside. You expected it to be filled with trash and maybe the occasional shuffling of rats.

But there on top of a black trash bag is a clear plastic material that covers a basket. Moving your hand to grab it, you're met with eyes looking back at you.

It's a baby.

Snatching the basket up into your arms, a note is taped on the underside of the plastic.

"Please take care of my baby, his name is Ryo. I don't have much longer, so don't come looking for me. He's a good child, so please have some mercy."

Whoever had seen this didn't care and threw the baby in the damn trash. That makes you feel some kind of way.

Like the dumpster, like the baby all alone, it's all you. And when the pity hits your heart, you're already taking the basket baby with you to God knows where.

But you both were escaping.

Maybe you wouldn't be so lonely now.

"Nice to meet you Ryo."

(A/N: I don't know if I'll delete the old parts of this story and rework them or delete everything and just forget I ever did it. Tbh I just thought it's been forever since I updated. Being older, I honestly look back at this and cringe but :')