Nolan POV

I sighed as I looked at the scrapings of food I digged up from the trash. 'Its still better then starving' I thought, as I started eating the scrapings. After eating the scrapings, I started limping through the alley ways. My stomach started growling and I didn't know what to do. 'Well, I can always steal food...' with that thought, I headed towards convenient store.

I went into the closest convenient store, and pretended to just be looking around. When I made sure no one was looking, I grabbed some bread and hid it.(I honestly don't know where I'll just say in his jacket lol) I quietly left the store and went back to the alley where I 'live' and sat down.

I opened the package and ate a slice of bread, moaning at the taste of the delicious slice of bread. I continued savouring the food that I don't usually get.

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I looked up and saw that it was just about to rain. I got up grabbing the package of bread and started limping quickly, looking for shelter.

The rain got heavier and I started running ignoring my hurting feet. I have to ignore the pain for now! I need to find shelter quickly so my bread won't get moldy!' I ran quicker at that thought and found an abandoned shack.

The shack didn't have a door but it looked stable enough and had minimal amount of holes in the walls and ceiling so I headed it.

I sneaked around quietly looking to see if there were any drunk homeless people. While checking for any homeless, I found a backpack. I took the backpack and continued looking to see if anyone was here.

When I realised that there were nobody around, I sat down in an corner away from the door so no one would see me. I looked at the bag. It was a normal bag, something like those kids have when going to school. I opened it and checked for any contents in the bag. There was a pocket knife, a bottle of water and some candy. 'Bingo!' I thought excitedly in seeing what I now had.

I placed the pack of bread into the bag and took out the bottle of water. I took only a sip as I was thirsty and placed it back into my new bag. I took out the pocket knife and put it in my pocket.

I wanted to spend my money but knew I needed to spend it wisely so I won't spend it all in like one day. I guess this was my new home. I was really happy about that. Though I am quite jealous of those lucky people who gets three meals a day, a warm house, a nice bed to sleep in and lastly, loving parents.

While I rarely even get one meal a day, have to leave on the streets out in the cold, have to sleep on a concrete floor and lastly, my parents fucking abandoned me. If I could see my parents again I would honestly slap them in the face and ask them why they hate me so much to throw me away at the age of five!

I hate both of my parents with passion but at the same time I can see why they wouldn't want me. I'm useless, worthless, weak, fat, stupid, a fucking nothing. Sometimes when I do even get scrapings or on rare occasions, fresh food, I'll save it cause I don't deserve food.

I don't deserve my parents love nor deserve a good life. So I can see why they wouldn't want me.

Saddened by my thoughts I looked down and hugged myself, trying to ignore those negative voices telling me what I already know. I looked at the pocket knife. 'I haven't done it before...but some of those guys in the orphanage that did said it felt good...guess I'll give it a go' I placed the knife near on my wrist and started cutting.

The feeling of pain filled my body. And....

I liked it.

I continued making cuts on my arms, loving the feeling of pain that filled my body. This was really weird. 'I wonder why I hate other people beating me up. I like the pain that I am creating to myself...why don't I like it when others do it to me? Its so weird' I continued cutting and did it to my other arm aswell.

I pulled my sleeves down and let my blood cover them. Its not the first time I kept bleeding out. I also have been through worst so this doesn't bother me.

'Wait...I have to hide the bag or other homeless people who come in might rob me or worst...kill me then rob me!!!' As miserable as I am in this world I still want to be a survivor. So I thought about a way to hide the bag.

'I can try to pry off the planks on the floor and dig a hole and hide the bag then I can place the plank back down to hide the bag! Yeah! I'll do that!'

I walked around the shack again and went to what I think is the most secluded corner in the shack. I started trying to pry off the planks on the ground, successfully achieving the goal.

Then I started digging out the dirt and made a hole big enough for the bag but not big enough to be seen when its covered by the planks. I was once again successful. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and placed my bag inside the hole.

I then set the planks back onto their rightful place, hiding the hole. 'I should probably go to sleep now.' I laid down beside the area where I hid the bag and closed my eyes.

After my eyes fluttered close, I did not decline the sleep that wanted to take over and instead accepted the sleep that took over me.
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Authors note:this was the first chapter. Hope you guys liked it!