#dreadfulredd

The sun hasn’t even risen over the buildings yet, hardly providing any light. The sky was a dark blue, and the scattered clouds gray. Nonetheless, Krimson City was awake.  It’s night-life traversing to wherever it is they called home, and the rest of the city dwellers awaking and making commute. Street lights, traffic lights, the head lights of car’s, the feeling of damp cement under his bare feet, and panic in his chest.  Leslie was trying to make his way home, to get back to his own house. He was at a place like a hospital, for a few years he thinks. Leslie doesn’t know why, he isn’t sick. He has very little memory of whatever was happening before. He remembers his aunt and uncle, being in trouble a lot. Then there’s a gap, until he remembers that hospital. His nurses and doctor were nice, but he had to get home now. His parents would clear everything up, Leslie hoped.

Leslie tried to remain out of sight. He knew he would be in big trouble if he got caught. They wouldn’t take him home, they would drag him back to that hospital. Or someone would call the police, and police meant you were in trouble. He couldn’t feel the tired in his body or the sore in his soles, Leslie could only feel the fear of having to go back there. It would probably be a little bit until they noticed him missing, if he could just.. Remember where his home was..