1.No ones hand to hold

After hours of chores and a full day of work and recieving vulgar language, the boy finishes and returns to his room sitting in a dark corner, cradling himself looking to the ground sweaty and dirty.

"Hey! Raden you brat! Get over here!" A loud scream came outside his room, a shaky old womans voice screaming at the little Boy. The boy realized she was talking to him. His name is Raden oh yeah.. After all the Slurs hes been called Raden forgot his own name. A small 8 year old dealing with such abuse.

He slowly stood up and dragged his feet across the old,rotting wooden floor tiles making his way to a dark oak door. He slumped over to the woman shouting at him. "Wipe our shoes and set up the market. We lost a lot of money from last Nights dinner" The old woman, an ugly frown, short scruffed grayish-white hair, dark gleeming red eyes and dark spots on her face. The woman had old village clothes and was washing new laundry, her eyes low and tired.

Raden would slightly nod at her and barefoot, walked over to the pile of shoes in the corner of the room, staring at the Big wooden tub of soap water.

He kneeled in front of the tub with the shoes on his left and started washing each shoe with a scrubber left in the tub for him. Afterwards he rinsed his hands and set up a marketing stable outside in the main towns marketing area, his feet sore from the extremely hot bricks, Thorns and twigs he stepped on.

"Older brother." Raden looked to his right calling out to a teenage boy. Frizzed dark brown short hair, more Tanned skin and light brown eyes.

His brother who looked down at him, rolled his eyes before fixing his attention to the fruits and monster skin ensuring that there will be enough for the day. The older brother flicks Radens head, "hey. Shoo you little Orc. Get lost." raden flinched slightly at his brothers actions, his heart tearing more violently even though his heart sempt to be overflowed with gasoline ready to be burnt already.

Raden walked away making his way towards a specific house, not his families. He walked on the side of the brick path on the shaded sides until he was met with a closed sign hung over a big door on a house made of mostly flowers. A cute little girl with blonde hair, light purple shiny eyes, flushed cheeks, half glasses on her face, a sown up dress with a dirty white apron and long eyelashes opened the door with a bright smile Imediately having her mood boost when she saw him. She sprung towards him, hugging Raden tightly repeating his name, "Raden! Raden! Raden! Raden!"

This girl is the only person keeping me hesitant from ending it all. Raden muttered to himself quietly. "Speak up!" a serious demand made by the girl still clinging onto him even when he lowered his arms and hands.

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