I watched as my brother's turned their backs and walked away, I wanted to go after them but I couldn't

The owner of this place was holding my shoulders, preventing me from moving

I yelled out their names as I sobbed, hoping they'd come back, but they never did

When they were out of sight I was dragged into the building, I tried to let the man let go but he just slapped me across the face and shoved me into a dark room and slammed the door shut

Leaving me in the dark, alone, he came back hours later, and dragged me to another room, he gave me a torn blanket and shoved me to a broken mattress

I didn't want to go back into the room, so I stayed quiet, the other kids here ignored me, bullied me, I feel hurt, why would they just leave me?

I just cried silently on the blanket that had been given to me

I woke up from the memory, it was nothing to me, I felt nothing but anger and hurt, I sit up in my bed, it's different from 12 years ago

I lived in the slums of the city, alone, but it was easier to live, yeah trash, rats and shit might be everywhere and occasional houses falling apart it's better than the orphanage I guess

I ran from the orphanage when I was 9, never looked back, the blood dripping from my back, only to leave a forever scar to remind me I'm a fucked Up piece of shit

I met someone who taught me how to steal, they only taught me enough to survive, but I soon got better at it and used my ability to my advantage, now I have police looking for me

I learnt the quickest escape routes, the best places to steal from and the pawn shop where I can either trade it in or just keep it for myself

The clothes on my back, my jeans, my graves, my bandana, my hoodie all black, no one knows who I am, they just named me the shadows of the city

I haven't killed anyone, but I've injured them greatly, but I could care less, they deserve to feel what I feel, hurt and broken

One day I'm gonna find my brother's and make them bleed, like how they left me to bleed, I don't know what I did wrong...

~~*~~

I watch from my bedroom as my parents drink and fuck, not even caring I was here, they'd hit me, yell at me, chain me and lots of other things

They pinned me down, by Father smoking that drug, I was only 8, my entire life, I've been neglected by them

I don't exist to the world, to anyone, I screamed bloody murder when a knife was dug into my arm, only then did a realise my mother laid dead on the floor, her throat slit

I don't know what happened, but I snapped and bit him on the hand and kicked him in the chest, tears in my eyes as I pulled the knife out

These tears will never be for my parents, never, they don't deserve these tears, I glared at my dad and growled

He just laughed at me and taunted me, I just lunged at him, knocking him to the ground, I shoved the knife into his heart, his eyes wide with horror

I didn't feel anything when I killed him, my first kill, police came barging in, they treated my wounds and didn't get mad at me, they said it was self defence

But unbeknownst to anyone, it opened the gates to my future

I opened my eyes and chuckled darkly at the memory, I'm 20 now and I'm a wanted criminal

I've killed hundreds maybe even thousands of people and I could care less about it, they don't understand the pain I went through, so I'll make them feel it to

But there's still something missing inside of me, something I can't fill by myself, oh well I guess I'll have to fill it

But I'll do it my way, I've raped, killed, tortured and robbed, there's a long list of things I've done, and I can't get enough of the thrill it gives me each time

To Be Continued

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