'what am I going to?',she thought grimly

A dark haired disheveled middle aged woman thought about a man with the stereotypical "abusive father" appearance, just thinking about him gave her both a feelings of sadness and anger. At a corner a 1 y/o black haired child laid sleeping , blissfully unaware of his mother's inner turmoil .

'that piece of scum ,after all we've been through',with tears in her eyes.

Then, in front of a large door, she stands now with her child in a stroller. With a resolute and tired expression she leaves ..without the child, walking away not even bothering to give a second glance.

Several years later ,the young boy is seen working as a cashier

"Come again!", To a customer leaving the shop, with also his smile leaving his face as quickly he said that.

The boy looks at the clock.

'Finally I can leave',the boy relaxes his face.

The boy then walks outside of the shop after closing it up,to a close-by old three story building in which he comes up to the second floor to his room .

'Home sweet home',the boy smiles at his disheveled room.

After settling down on his old mattress-

'its been a month since, I've finally left the damned place.I only have bad memories of that place ,I wonder how those pricks are doing', a couple of images of some arrogant and fat-ish boys including a picture of an sneering old lady pops up in his head.

The boys mood sowers,'i hope they all die, no no I'm better than that now.I have my own room and a stable source of income. I've come a long way from depending on them for their leftovers to now having my own food without begging for it. Now I even know how to cook,do math,and grow my own food among a whole lot of things',the boy then looks over to the phone-'all because of this little thing right here. The internet sure is a blessing, too bad not everyone uses it too its full potential.'

'Thanks to the internet, I've manged to educate myself fairly well and because of this I won't have to and never will depend upon anyone ever again',the boys hands grasp the phone more tightly.

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The boy decides to go to sleep and wakes up in the middle of the night by an mighty earthquake .The boy quickly bounces from his bed to try and secure his stuff .After, the earthquake clams down then decides to go back to sleep deciding to ignore the earthquake that fractured his walls slightly.

"I can't be bothered", muttering to himself, the boy sleeps soundly, once again.

The boy wakes up at a later time,

'last night was rough, what time is it',Opening his phone to see it being 6:48

'i got still time for work and there's no signal ,great'

The boy freshens up and decides to make breakfast.He checks to see if there's any eggs.

'fresh outta eggs, alright then might as well check what else I'm out of ',after finishing, he goes towards the door.

'A bit chilly today',the boy shivers.

Opening the door ,the boy is instantly distracted by a hoarse noise, looking to his left the boy sees a man wearing a blue shirt and jeans,

'is he ..sick?', the planned to ask him that is he was okay but as soon his gaze met 'his', the boy grew more concerned about the man.

"A-are you okay? can I help you?", the man's eyes looked dead as if there was no thoughts behind them, dark circles all around them. His eyes themselves being slightly grey. The man hadn't replied and instead tried to reach for him with his hands. The boy was weirded out so he stepped back both because of the man's demeanor and because of his anxiety.

Yet, the man didn't understand and still tried to reach for with his mouth now open, leaking saliva and a mix of high and low pitched groans as if he just wanted to say or yell out some noise.

The boy hastily rushed back to his room-'what is wrong with this dude?!'

The boy was flabbergasted by the man's behavior, the boy peeked from his door's peeping hole, still the man just carried on scratching and smacking the door all while letting out groans and moans.

'What is happening?! why does have today have to be this weird?! okay maybe this is just a nightmare, I'll wake up soon enough", the moans and groans not stopping.

'Any time now ..any second. Come on Aiden'-the boy tried slapping his cheeks, feeling the stinging feeling of his cheeks, the boy finally accepted reality.

'What should I do? the dude is clearly not stopping maybe I can knock him out but would that be right? maybe he's just sick. Still, I have to do something ..'