Hello, sweet grief
I know you'll be the death of me
Feel like the morning after ecstasy
I am drowning in an endless sea
Hello old friend
Here's the misery that knows no end
So I am doing everything I can
To make sure I never love again
I wish that I...
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"The love of a family is life's greatest blessing"
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"You worthless little boy!", Grelod screams looking down at Ryker right before smacking him across the face.
His eyes turn yellow as he looks at the wooden floorboards, "go to your room now", the woman screams.
Ryker says nothing and head off to his small room, trying not to step on any weak and squeaky floorboards so he doesn't anger the orphanage owner any further.
His room was more like a cupboard, small and cramped, a little cot placed in the corner with generic grey blankets and a small pillow.
A small growl escapes his throat as he presses his ear to the door hearing another kid being beat, this time worse than him.
Ryker looks to the floorboards as a silvery light shines in through the small barred window.
Ryker walks over looking up at the moon as it begins to rain, the clouds covering the moon slightly.
The sounds of crying and screams flow into his ears and he yells out in anger punching the window breaking it, he would do anything to get out of the building and away from everyone in it.
Ryker looks at his fist seeing the blood coming from the cuts, he looks to the window, looking at the rain outside but in his reflection his own eyes werent staring back, only two gold glowing orbs.
"Layland what the hell was that!", Grelod yells looking at the boy's pale old brown door, she walks over to it and quickly opens the door barging in only to find the window broken with blood dripping from it.
The metal bars over the window were bent and broken.
She moves over and looks out just seeing the boy running through the rain, at a speed she couldn't explain.
Ryker sits up in his bed, rubbing his eyes from sleep before reaching ov let to his bedside table, picking up his glasses, his mind wandering over the memory.
He sighs and gets up heading to the bathroom.
The male looks at his bathroom mirror hanging over the white sink in his grey black and white themed bathroom.
Sometimes he hated that looking in the mirror was the first thing he seemed to like to do in the morning.
He takes in his appearance, pale skin, dark circles bruise the areas around his eyes, his normally chocolate brown eyes were now a noticable amber.
