A young man walks down a busy street, aimlessly walking with no destination in mind his name does not matter now, he is an eighteen year old, and in his mind, a loser to society, who would be better off dead.
All his life he had ignored responsibility, ditched school, hung out with friend groups that used him for money and made fun of him behind his back, at home he would eat and not talk to his family, go up to his room and play games or read novels, Manwha and comics
about a day ago he had got into a massive fight with his parents, ending with him on the streets, in his mind, his parents never saw eye to eye with him, before this, anytime he had an argument with them about something important they would blame his phone or something else that he didn't think was important.
This led to a multi year long feud between them and ended up with the young man here, staring up at the building in front of him with dead, tired eyes he resigned himself to what lay before him.
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At the top of the building the young man looked down, tears fell from his eyes as his toes hung off the ledge, he did not necessarily want to die, but he felt there was no place in this world for him, he had tried to become a content creator, a novel writer and many other things, a regular job was a nightmare to him that nobody seemed to understand.
He shuddered, the cold breeze at this height was bone chilling, and his skin prickled in the wind.
The boys anger at the world spilled out "Damn you! Damn this world! Why does nobody get how insane this is! Why are people content to live out there lives in a world like this!"
His anger turned back to sadness, his body racked with sobs.
"I wish... I could have lived... No matter what..."
He fell off the top of the building, passing out from the exhaustion of walking aimlessly for almost 2 days.
He dreamed of the faces of his family, they flashed by every second, growing more distant, the images faded to black as the boys unconscious body hit the ground.
He felt nothing for awhile, all his emotions gone in an instant, the blackness that surrounded him seemed relaxing and calming.
He slowly felt a new sensation take over his body, slowly a warm, comforting feeling surrounded him he felt as if a thousand pounds had been lifted off of his chest, a sensation almost like a massive sigh overtook him, he still could not see, but a light was creeping into the center of his vision, it expanded slowly filling his eyes with light. He panicked slightly, his thoughts had returned but he did not understand anything yet.
He gasped, a small and weak noise, not at all the noise his body would typically make. yet it was healthy. He heard a faint sob beside him, looking over, he saw he was lying on the ground and to his right he saw a young girl, who looked about 16 years old in a brown ragged dress, her hand covered her eyes and blood soaked the ground around her and stained the ragged dress.
They lay together in a small, dimly lit room it seemed to just be a box and The boy was unsure of the purpose but another thought was far more important to him at this moment.
He gasped, his heart beating in his chest with vigour he hadn't felt in years, exitement filled him at what this could possibly be.
He stretched out a hand, it was stubby and plump, he paused for a moment and stared processing what he saw. In that moment he felt more happiness than he had felt in his entire life on earth, he had been reborn.
"So this is... My mom?"
He snapped back to reality, the young girl lay in a seemingly near fatal state, she was cute and may have been attractive to him in his previous life. however he couldn't help but feel anxious and the urge to help the young girl.
Tears ran down the girls cheeks and she lowered her hand, her eyes closed and her lip was bleeding from her biting down on it for hours.
She hiccuped and her eyes half opened, they were like gemstones, blue and violet curling together, her hair was a dirty platinum blonde and her skin was somewhat dirty but looked to be in good condition other than a scar that ran up her left cheek.
The boy gasped at the sight marveling at the girls beauty almost forgetting about the widening pool of blood underneath her.
Her eyes flicked to the boy, an expression of shock passed by her face followed by a sorrowful yet somehow joyful smile.
She outstretched a hand, the boys hand and hers failed to touch, a small gap of space hovering between them. Frowning, she spoke, blood still staining her dress and pooling on the floor.
"Icarus... My beautiful boy..." She coughed violently, her chest heaved and a bloody mist shot out, she smiled again and looked back.
"Icarus my name in this life is Icarus..." The boy, still mystified by this whole situation stared into the gem-like eyes.
Her eyes filled with more tears and she had a hard time speaking "I'm *hic* so sorry... I couldn't *hic* be there for you..."
Icarus widened his eyes 'what!?' he looked down in a slight panic the pool of blood was nearly reaching the door of the small room and it also reached him, staining his small body a dark crimson red.
He tried to squirm but his small body was too weak and he had no choice but to lay in the blood, beside him the girls sobs grew weaker every moment.
Her sobs evoked an emotion in Icarus, who stretched his arm out to try and touch the girls hand, he strained with all his might but as he was about to reach it the girls hand slowly went limp, the tips of their fingers brushed for a brief moment before her hand fell to the ground.
Icarus looked up in horror, her beautiful eyes were now lifeless and cold, the smell of blood surrounded them and filled the small room. His mind was full of panicked thoughts, 'somebody, please! Help her.' the only thing he could do was cry shrilly In hopes of somebody hearing.
What felt like hours passed by as Icarus cried. He sobbed and screamed in the small, helpless voice of a baby, just as his throat started to hurt and his puny voice started to fade he heard banging on the door.
Blood had already started to flow out of the room, and the people outside seemed to notice this.
"Shit! Someones hurt in there! There's a baby crying!"
The door was opened slowly with a low creeking sound, the baby looked up weerily, Icarus had stopped crying as they got there, entirely exhausted and desperately wanting it all to be over.
Light filled, the dim room, a man wearing a white cloak with shining silver armor on his shoulders stood in the doorway, Icarus looked up and saw the man who had an expression of disgust and horror mixed together on his face, he tore a piece of his white garb off in a moment and wrapped it around Icarus before picking his blood soaked body off the ground, he turned and walked away swiftly.
Icarus could see a crowd had formed around the location and the man shouted to another white clothed man. "Keep the crowd back! I have to get this one to safety at the very least."
Icarus stared dimly at the man, he had dark features and was a plain man other then his silver cloak and armor.
The crowd dispersed as the man carrying the bloody baby walked through, Icarus could hear murmers all around "was that Lucia's boy? Oh no..." Others simply muttered condolences or insults, Icarus was too tired to care not to mention the language being spoken was hard for him to understand.
As they left the crowd they walked down an alley, Icarus wondered where he was going, perhaps the knight in shining armor was taking him to a beautiful castle, away from this death and defilement.
The knight spoke up then as if reading his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I cannot marry or harbour children due to my oath as a knight, but I swear I will take you somewhere you will be safe."
They followed several twisting turns and went through progressively darker and filthier alleyways, until eventually they arrived in front of a large, yet dilapidated building, a rusty iron sign hung outfront with words that read out 'westcrag orphanage'
Stepping inside the knight placed the baby on the counter, a fat woman stepped out and gasped as she saw the baby and the knight.
"My lord! What brings you here?" The knight didn't reply but grimly produced a large bag of coins before placing it on the counter beside the baby.
"Take good care of the boy and more of these will come. I'll come looking in 10 years."
The lady looked from boy to money and back to the knight, the moneybags almost visible in her eyes.
"Of course my lord! Thank you for your graciousness!" The knight did not respond and turned to the baby who looked back at him. He smiled at the baby, Icarus looked back, no emotions showing on his face, the knights smile faded as he turned away and walked out of the door.
Icarus had alot to think about, but his small body could not handle this. The days immense exhaustion overcame Icarus and his eyes fell shut, once again.