Empty

I do not know who I am. I do not know what I'm doing with my life. I do not know where I'm going to end up. I do not know what to do. Not what to dream, let alone think. We always think we suffer more than others. We always believe we are special. We always had faith that in the future we will be important, but it is all illusion. I do not understand the meaning of my existence, I lived only to die? grow up? I eat many, I do not understand the meaning of living. At least these people have things and people to live, they live for them. Have I? I do not have anything. Family? What is it? I do not know because I do not have it. I did not have a mother, father, brother, uncle, grandfather. Nothing, what I've had since today was nothing.

What is love? An unrealistic feeling? Or true? Do people love others? I do not know because I was never loved. My existence is expressed in a single word, empty.

My name is Dylan. I'm an orphan. At least I think I'm an orphan, are my parents alive? Dead? What matters, I do not even know who they are. All I know is that they found me abandoned in a wood, strange, no? Why the hell did not they leave me in front of someone's house, a church, or orphanage? Did they think I'd be unlucky enough to find a wolf? And the wolf devour me? Or that no one would find me and die for several possible reasons. It seems that my parents' attempt at murder did not result in anything, I do not know if I am saddened to have been abandoned to die or to have lived. Maybe if I had not been born it would be better.

Luckily or unfortunately, a couple who like to live crazy found me in that empty forest. Why madly? Of course they went there to have sex, I suppose at least. If not because a couple of teenagers would go into a grove that has wolves, what would they do there? It's so clear if you think about it a little. When they saw me they called the police, the police picked me up and took me to the orphanage that I live. About me that's all I know, strange is not it? I grew over time and according to the orphanage staff I became "indifferent". I was a cold child, and strange according to them. Of course they never thought that I grew up because I never received love, I did not have parents or friends, some people can not think a little. As much as the other children were more cheerful, I could feel their emptiness as well.

The orphanage was the best in Xidal's capital. We children of the orphanage, we studied in private colleges paid by the government. I did not have much interaction with the other kids, not because I was empty, sad or different, I also did not know how to make friends. If I had a conversation longer than five minutes at that time, it was a miracle, I was not ashamed, I only stopped when I tried to talk. That's why I grew up away from other children and with little contact. Since I did nothing at the orphanage and had no friends, I spent most of my time studying. I like to study, it's good to be distracted and focus, especially when you have nothing to do. The teaching of Xidal, has three phases. 1st through 6th grade is the first phase after you finish with the average of your grade you are chosen to take exams in certain schools. With my good grades, since I only studied, I was able to enter Xidal's second best school, which made me proud for a while, but only me.

In addition to studying, going to a new school, at that time was also frightening couples who supposedly wanted to adopt me. She was a beautiful child, with black hair, black eyes and white skin. They were what they said, but they never adopted me, they thought that my indifferent way was too strange, so they did not want me. At that time I was 11 years old and from that few couples came to see me, I was passing the age acceptable for them. But I never called. The times were passing and no one wanted to adopt me, I was already fifteen and in the last year of the second phase of teaching Xidal. He was the top 3 smarter student, and he still had no friends. But something different happened this year.

 As I was about to leave the school building, I heard a voice behind me.

"Hmm, Dylan, how are you?" It was Anne, a girl from my room. She was a beautiful girl with silvery hair and blue eyes.

"I'm fine, what do you want?" She did not keep eye contact with me, her head was looking down."I ... um ... I like you!"

My thoughts stopped. The only thing he could think was "WHAT !?". How the hell did that happen? I always kept a low profile. I do not think any girl in the class likes me and Anne either, I'm sure she does not feel anything about me.

"Not. I do not know what you plan to do, but I do not feel anything for you. I leave without looking back, this is surely a stupid plan to make me a clown at school. I'm one step ahead of you idiots". Even after I draw my conclusions about what will just happen. She still could not forget Anne's eyes, they seemed so sincere. I'm wrong ... "Dylan stopped halfway and clenched his fists. "I can only believe in myself!" What am I thinking! Humans are an existence that are prepared to betray their nearest ones, to abandon their offspring. They are not different from animals! II am ... even I am like this. Dylan followed her way to the orphanage in silence ...

..

Anne

I like a boy from my school. I do not know what attracted me to him.

The first time I met him was at the opening ceremony of the College, he was the first year speaker. According to rumors he had greeted the entrance test, being able to enter the best College in the city, but still chose this College.

He was handsome. Being so the conjunction of beautiful and intelligence caught the attention of countless girls in school. And even I, who could not stop looking at him. I felt such a silly girl. Clearly I had no chance, so I always kept my feelings as a secret admiration. With passing time girls tried to approach him, but he always responded in a voice cold and insensible to everyone, and this in time amazed everyone around him. He had no friends and looked so sad, I looked at him and his eyes cold, only saw solitude and suffering. My chest ached for it. in 3 years I only talked to him once. That's when my pencil fell and it got

"Thanks"

"You're welcome"

Yes, that's all. I'm such an idiot. Because after that I was as happy as if there was no tomorrow, something so simple made me so happy that I want to die just to remember. I myself did not understand how I was in such a state, but when I realized it I was already madly in love with a guy that I exchanged a single word. Some people would surely laugh if I told this, love is complicated but sometimes so simple. But the fool of the story is just me. It's not like he's in love with me too, he does not like me and nobody gives class. I can feel that. In three years I spent looking at him, but he just looked at the picture. I feel like I have no chance, but I want to try! I want him to fall in love with me too! I'm determined!

"No. I do not know what you plan to do, but I do not feel anything for you."

Crack!

It was like the glass breaking, only instead of the glass, it was my heart. He looked at my face once. It made me feel like crap. Like I was not worth your look. I ran to the bathroom, rang the door, and sat down. The tears said so naturally.

"I knew it would be like this. I knew it. Anne sobbing and crying continues to moan. -But why? Why? It hurts so much!

Why do I have to love in such a strange way? From someone I had no contact with. I'm so weird.

 Anne wept and wept until finally there were no tears left. She washed her face and left. Does not matter! How much it does, it does not matter! I will not give up I'll make you fall in love with me!

....

It seems that there are people following me ... But it must be just my imagination. Two men in black suits are taking the same path as mine since I left school. Is it just a coincidence? My dilemma is always mistrust, so ...

I turned away from the road I entered a narrow street that ends in an alley, unexpectedly the men in suits followed me.

Now I noticed my mistake, I'm not much to leave and I go from house to school, by the same way for three years. I do not know the way around, and yet I walked in here without knowing where it was going to stop, now that maybe people are following me. The questions are: it's just coincidence or they're really following me. If so, why? If they wanted to talk they would have stopped me earlier, then it is more likely that they want to harm me in some way, but if so, why?

When I realized it, I had reached the end of the alley, and the men in suits were behind me, a drop of sweat running down my face. They're really following me ...

"Hello boy. Your name Dylan, right? Please follow us we do not want to harm you. Said one of the men in a black suit, he was bald and wore a pair of sunglasses."

What I speak? They do not want to hurt me, hump! You did not explain why I should follow you, any individual would not follow a stranger. This sentence is simply to confirm if I am Dylan that they seek. But I do not have to lie, if I lie they'll take me there I know where to confirm if I'm Dylan, if it's really a dangerous thing where all the suspicions point. If I'm not Dylan they'll still get rid of me after I know too much. I can resort to violence, but I do not know how to fight. But if the suspicions were correct he's probably good at fighting, at least gangsters. Even if it did not, it would not work for being at the clear disadvantage of two against one, especially for someone like me who never fought. The best option for me is that I'm not Dylan, pretend to be somebody else. Even though it is still a flawed plan it is still the safest unless ...

"Sir, you must be confusing me with someone, my name is Bob." I said with a smile. If it seemed sincere, I tried to imitate the actors and their striking expressions. Even though it is difficult to express sincerity, even more to me than I have had too much contact with people. If it did not sound sincere at least it was natural.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha. The kid really dared to lie to us, I guess they did not teach you that lying is wrong!"

Ah ... I was right they probably know that I am Dylan that they seek, they received information about my characteristics. It would be strange if they did not know. So many people call Dylan and they would look for one by one like a needle in the haystack, of course not. I knew this, but when people are in despair they cling to everything they can. I'm no different.

"So you're going to join us?" Again the bald man spoke, but this time in a menacing voice.

First time I'm up against the wall this way. Strangely, I feel good. I raise my arms to my head and smile.

"I'll probably catch up ..." mimicking a continued boxing stance. -But come!

But something I still do not understand. Who would want to harm me? I never made enemies. Envy? I'm really popular at school, that bad kids raised from politicians doing everything they want with the law. But even so having 3 that fit this profile in my school, I can not think these people envy me. I always kept my profile low, I did my best not to get close to other people.

Pulling away my thoughts, a fist with a considerable force flying towards me. My thoughts locked, I visualized the fist coming slowly toward me. I do not know why, but it was very slow, as if it took forever to arrive. Maybe the adrenaline? Since I have no experience in fights. Even though my fist came slowly I still could not express a reaction, out of fear my legs would not move. Soon as the fist was about to hit my nose I ducked from the left, for fear I ducked for the left going down keeping my gaze to the ground.

The bald man was a little surprised and said. "You could do the easy things for us, we're pacifists, we do not like violence very much, just a little bit." Hahaha.

As soon as I went to look up again, I saw the fist coming toward me again, only this time much closer, in the meantime he already hit me full.

-Ahhhhh!

Dylan let out a miserable cry. Why? Why are these guys doing this? What did I do? Dylan was terrified, after years the first time he did not know what to do, it was the feeling he hated most, feeling helpless. Not being able to control his future or destiny, not being able to make his choice, his decision! He hated it!

Now he was at the mercy of these gangsters, unable to do anything, a prey with no choice, and suffer abuse from the predator. He was once more impotent. Until Dylan saw blood, yes blood. Blood dripping from his nose, the result of being punched full. This blood woke Dylan, made the thought of impotence in his head. This living red blood woke you up! He's 17 now, he's no longer a baby, he can decide his choices now, he'll never bow his head to anyone else if not of his own free will.

I control my destiny!

Dylan jumped up and threw himself into his bald head. The bald man was taken by surprise and I could not react in time. When he realized what had happened, Dylan was already on top of him punching him in the face. The other man in a suit was stunned, everything happened so fast that he slowed down his decisions. When he decided to act Dylan's hands is already full of blood from his companion. He ran to where Dylan and Bald were. Dylan was so focused on punching his bald head that he did not notice the other man in the suit coming. The man came kicking him in the face, which made him fall back and increased the flow of blood flowing from his nose.

Shit that hurts, but managed to hurt the bald. I did not want to say that but this whole situation makes me excited. Damn it! Am I naturally a delinquent? Fuck, fight, make me so alive. Without realizing a smile formed on my face.

"Are you okay, man?" The man in the bald suit asked as he helped him up from the floor. The state of the bald man was miserable, his blood was spread all over his face and clothes.

"Yes, more or less. In the information he said it would be too easy to deal with this guy, but that's okay. I just got caught off guard. Let's end this guy now, said the bald man, taking off his glasses. That after all this violence broke in half.

Dylan did not want to admit it but it's true. He was only lucky in dealing with the bald man, he has no fighting experience. Now that the two would come together, he does not know what to do or do. But even then he was excited. After a long time he felt alive again, studying did not give that feeling to him. It was a sack every day, the same routine. It was a passing thought, but he did not mind dying now, he had nothing, never TV. The two Men walked calmly toward Dylan, automatically he walked back, but again reached the end of the alley

Okay, I'll try to hit these guys and then run out of this alley. I can not deal with both at the same time, that's my only option.

But not everything goes as planned, when it went ahead to try to hit the bald and run from the alley. The bald man swerved and put a knee in his stomach, he reacted by putting his arms in his stomach. The bald man took advantage and gave a right hook to his chin, he fell. So the two Homes began to beat Dylan with kicks. They seemed to have forgotten that they asked to take the boy alive. Especially the bald man who punched and kicked with enthusiasm. Soon Dylan became a bloody mess, just breathing was becoming a difficult task. Where he looked through his blood and the faces of the bastards who beat him.

"Dude, I think you already have. The orders were to take him alive. "The man said to the bald man. The bald man did not seem to hear what he said, and kept hitting on Dylan.

-"Okay, I'll stop. Even because I do not know the consequences but to carry out this order." The bald man stopped and kicked Dylan.

" I think we can take him ... But how are we going to do this?" Now they realized what Dylan was full of blood, and how they would take him from there. You would not be able to look in public with an all-blooded body.

"True, we did not think of that ... I thought he would accompany us out of fear, but this kid is a little tougher than I thought. "said the Careca with regret.

They thought how the boy was just a student was just to put a little fear in him, that he would follow. But they could not be more wrong. Underestimating the Moloque made the Careca catch up miserably.

"I know, we'll call the boss to explain the situation and ask them to bring a car for us to pick up here, we'll put the kid in the corner of the alley where it's harder for someone to see if they come in here," said the Man for the Bald. The bald man also thought he was the best and if he did and quickly agreed with the man. They approached Dylan's body that was in a deplorable state and almost fainting. They are coming. Is it over for me? What do they want, after all? I'll fight to the end! I will not give up! I do not want to die!

They took Dylan's body to carry him to the corner of the alley when they least expected it ....

Ahhhhhhh

Dylan let out a scream, he felt his body vibrate. It was as if he freed something that had always been trapped inside him, and now he was free, everything was so natural. The men were surprised at Dylan's scream and before they punched him to shut his mouth. He felt a pain in his whole body. When Dylan saw they fell to the ground trembling and unconscious.

Dylan, who had no more strength to stand, fell, and glimpsed stunned what had happened.

But what happened? I did something? Absolutely not! I felt something in my body, but I did not react at all, probably what I felt was adrenaline. What the fuck happened to those guys? This is not the time to think about it, I have to find a way out of this place. But as I have no more strength to walk. I have no choice but to crawl out of the alley and ask for help from a passing person. I began to crawl as I thought of everything that had happened today from the statement of a girl to the chase in an alley and soon after a beating. I have to admit, I'm not happy to be beaten like an animal, but mine gave the emotion to fight, something that I had not felt for years. Maybe I never felt it, I know I look psychotic for thinking like that, but today was interesting. Maybe the day I've felt the most alive so far, maybe a hectic life I always despised is not that bad.

Dylan thought about it as he crawled into the alleyway, thought how insane he was today and how crazy he was to think that. And when he was almost at the entrance to the alley, he heard footsteps.

 Finally someone came here, after all this noise I wondered why nobody came here.

The answer is obvious, no one wants to get involved in the problems of others. Heroes in human society are rare, if someone sees a young man catching someone will come help? Perhaps. But of so many people only 1 will act or be the first to have the courage to take initiative. People want to help, but if no one takes the initiative will only be looking, this is another sad aspect of our society.

The person who was entering was already in my field of vision, when I went to look at the face of the person who appeared to be a man, who also wore a suit as well.

I fainted.