AN HOUR LATER AND THIS NIGHTMARE HAS MADE ITSELF A REALITY. Grayson stands on a door step of some looming, like building on the top tier of the city: white bricks and grey accent. Away from everything. Emily liked her privacy.
The place seemed so secluded and isolating, he wondered why she had chosen such a place like this, away from her family and friends. At least she has family and friends around her, unlike himself.
Friends, that word has many meaning to him. The only people he could consider his family were his five friends, four now. They knew what it was like growing up in a place that most considered it to be a nightmare. A constant isolation, always fighting, always a constant violence, nothing else but violence.
Within the mist of that violence, there was a good within the bad.
