Blade West : entry of the world

The dark down valley

He was walking down the stairs with his nasty, torn and damaged bag down to the kitchen for breakfast. the dining hall was large enough for a thousand to sleep in but the condition if it was worse. all there was broken wooden chairs, chipped cups and dirty rug laying down with a street dog rolling over it. he was used to it. he was growing there. his parents left him at such a young age. all he know was a person laid him before the door of an orphanage. the seats were taken. he had nowhere to sit. every child there avoided him because of he was considered special by the mam who runs this orphanage. she was so nice to everyone . her name was Chuse Nunn . she never got any support in running this. she saved money to fix the broken toilets there. she was trying to do perfect for everyone but all she could think was what a fate she had. the smell of his bag was so disgusting . he took a plate from the cupboard with one of the cups and a spoon and filled the cup with some milk. he poured a sticky porridge which comes like a gum unable to chew. the spoon was stuck to it. he was walking along the outside to sit there to eat.he kept his bag beside .him he had tolerated everyone the kids had ever done to him. they drenched him with toilet water. pulled up his underwear. even set out dogs to bite him. he escaped. thank God he would say. a boy with a golden hair, fat and tall took the plate from his hand and smashed it in his face. the plate was not broken but the porridge stuck to his face. he was pulling the plate from his face but was not able to come. he touched the slowly and began to walk. he remembered that there was a well at the other side. they would take waters from the well and pour it in a large tub. he tripped and fell it into the tub . the porridge became a bit loose and slowly fell of from his face. he washed his thoroughly . his saggy clothes were wet. they laughed at him. the man came down stairs. she saw and gave a look a something unpleasant. she turned her head away. he never saw that look on her face. with tears in his eyes he slowed climbed down from it. he slowly walked and took the bag. he huffed it tightly to his face. the leftover porridge on his face was stocked to it. he wiped his face with it. pulled it down. ran away from there. he ran dashing through the streets and ended up in a place he never was before. he was in a alley. it was pitch black. he could see the stray cats fighting on the garbage cans for the bone of the fish. he turned away. he looked down and saw his reflection on a stagnant water. he said to himself that he will never be good enough. a voice came back from " who said" . he turned around fast and a saw a woman with a hat , leaning to the wall , lowered head. she looked up with a sweet glare with a smirk and her eyes turned to him.