I'm Sam. An ordinary kid in a not so ordinary world. A world of poverty, hunger, suffering, but not like the world I once knew. This was different, a world of pure evil. No one cared anymore, there wasn't such thing as a good person. They cared solely about themselves and nothing else, not even their families. You could say they were like zombies, but there was something still inside them. Traces of light still linger inside of them. There was good still good inside of them, but I'm the only one who could see it. Killing was a way of showing strength. The more people you kill you more you are feared, simple as that. Although I have never killed anyone, and plan not to any time soon. I don't exactly remember when or how I got here but that doesn't matter right now. The only thing that matters is getting out. I don't remember much from the other world, but I do remember my best friend named Jp. He, however, wasn't here with me and if he was, then this would be way less miserable. Sitting on the streets begging for a simple penny only to get cussed out and beaten over and over again. But this was my life, and I was used to it.
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Light and Dark: The Hour of Shadows
RandomI'm Sam.An ordinary kid in a not so ordinary world. A world of poverty, hunger, suffering, but not like the world I once knew. This was different, a world of pure evil, and the only thing that mattered was escaping.
