nevertoolate13

Rain was pounding on the rusty shingles of the roof, creating a slight ‘ping’ as every tear from the heavens was released. Small streams of cool water slipped through the ceiling and was captured in a small gray bucket. Glass was smashed on the rough and dented concret floor, sticking up in almost a lethal way, creating an unwelcoming aurora. Half a dresser sat in a very dim corner, neglected by it’s owner. The dresser had wounds all along the top and side- and the scratches did not resemble an animal. A teenager with hair as black as the night sky above and intense blue eyes was in a corner of the shack, growling and whimpe