Blood red

This is rock bottom. No house, no money, one set of clothes. I have nothing. Left on the streets to wither away and die. I go to school but what is the point. I have no where to go and i dont plan on leaving. My only friend doesn’t exist, and i am on the verge of suicide. But why take my own life? Why is my life less significant than any other’s. I have a knife with it i remind myself why i exist, why I am allowed to live. I plan my next liberation. Every new moon i free a soul. Tonight i begin the ritual. I follow my victim and learn their ways. Then i meet them after school and silence their pleas and bring the body back to my master. He tells me that the moon should be red the next time i feed.

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