The Darkness He Sees

Darkness, heat and a lone voice that seemed to be angry talking extremely loud and then pain, awful pain made me escape the space that was confining me. But it seemed like if I was to leave now I won't be of full strength, so I began to retreat to what felt like vines but it was too late and I felt the excruciating pain once more.The space that kept me in seemed to give way and out I came to see who was making such a loud noise. At first it was really hard to open my eyes but when I did I saw people in uniform binding an older decrepit person with a bat. the loud voice I heard was hers and now there is another awful sound of crying, loud crying it took me a few minutes to realize that sound was coming from me. A baby literally minutes old on the cold concrete balling my eyes out yet even though my crying was so loud I heard that old woman say "I Told you not to give birth to that thing now look what you made me do", all this noise seems to have drawn a crowd because we were alot of people all around us and none of these idiots had the mind to take up a new born infant off the cold ground. while lying there my world started to get dark and the next thing I remember was that I was once again confined this time in a glass square with all types of tubes on and in me. Nurses came in to check my vitals and that was when I heard what truly happened, my grandmother the woman who was supposed to protect and love me was my first enemy and it seems like I lost my first fight. My mother left the hospital without me even getting the chance to see her face but I did see her mother's. that vile woman will get what is coming to her but not now not while I'm in this premature state all I have to do is wait. And that was what I did I waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity for someone like me until I was sent to the angelic oasis adoption home where I spent eight years. in that time however I learnt about this world and what a messed up world it is. Countries are in constant war with each other none ever wining or losing. where I lived was also a type of war zone where gangs of all shapes and sizes continue to fight for territory. While a gang war was happening the adoption home was caught up in the crossfire and was burned to the ground, children and adults crying everywhere it was disgusting. the only thing I know is to be truly safe I need to get to another adoption home, so with my only belongings being books I didn't read me an eight year old boy set out to find another adoption home because there is no way in hell i will sit down and cry not again I've got things to do and a land of lust, money and death to explore.