June 5
My head is pounding. My back aches. I slowly sit up, hand grasping my head.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" I groan.
I glance around. I'm in an alley way. It's downpouring cold rain. I'm wearing a raggedy oversized T-shirt that's splattered with mud and dirt and strange stainds. The hem is ripped. I'm not wearing anything underneath it. I stand up and I let out a sigh, one of pain and relief - relief because the shirt hangs to my knees. My black hair is so long it's dragging on the ground behind me. My feet are bare. I walk out of the alley into the empty streets.
Everything seems so odd here. It's not like my home... It seems more fragile. I look around as I walk down the sidewalk. It's dark out, the only light really being the streetlamps. I look up into the sky and see the moon and stars.
...
The moon and the stars?...
No...
It can't be...
I thrust my arm out in front of me at a streetlamp, hand tensed. I slowly clench my tensed fingers, but nothing happens. I let my hand drop, breathing hard. I stare at my hands.
"No..." I say. "No, no, no!" I fall to my knees and I pound the cement with my fists. "Damn you! You fucking bastard!" I scream at the ground.
I calm down, my breathing heavy. My fist loosens and my palm rests flat in the puddle of cold rainwater on the cement. I look up at the moon, a snarl on my lips.
"When I get back, you will face my wrath Father."
Heyyyyy i hope you liked this prologue to the story. I'm not sure when new chapters will be out because I get writer's block a LOT, but uhhhhh stay tuned. I'll try to update once a week :)
