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Once again, the empty, unfeeling streets of the city were a grayscale painting of human society. I really hated having to go from place to place, wandering about as if I had a purpose to follow. Do any of us, really, have one? We have goals, but what comes after that? What if our goals aren't obtainable? Do we fall into an endless pit of dark despair, tugging us down into the deep sea, deeper until we drop to the freezing ground of rocks and sand?

My train of thought, which was like a wild boar, slamming into different places and not stopping, lead me to lose my way in the dim morning. Well, everything around this city looked the same, either way. It was almost impossible not  to get lost. No matter, I'll just take steps back. Or at least, that's what I wanted to do. But if I took a step back, should I turn around? What if someone was behind me? Then again, if a human was standing there, wouldn't it seem akward if I just turned around to look at the beast? Oh, wait. Lila, focus.

Taking a deep enough breath I felt it inside of my throat, I sharply turned around and took rigid steps, like a robotic thing. As luck had it, no people were around in this secluded alleyway I had gotten myself into. Anyways, where was I, really? I hopped out of the little cover I had and back into the sickening streets. I glanced around with shaky eyes, determined not to look at any people. Their creepy, big eyes and weighty bodies. Red, yellow, green, black, colours that dulled in my vision whenever someone appeared. Don't get me wrong, I liked colours. But everything just seemed so gray to me.

Where was I heading, again? Today was a Wednesday morning. So, school it was. That treacherous place again. Finding my footing carefully on the pavement, I stepped on the gray hued ground. Left, right, left, right.. right.. what was it again? Pausing to correct the order in which my feet hit the ground, a task that might be trivial to most, but honestly, being concious of walking made you feel horrible.

It was just then that something tugged on my clothes. Something small, cold and dreary. I had to force myself to look it in the eyes. This wasn't something I wanted to do today. Humans could be so desperate, so needy, so terrifying.

As I saw it for what it was, it's thin body, that appeared to just be bones covered in a loose suit of skin, and it's bloodshot eyes, trembling when it spoke in a dry voice, one which sounded as if someone scraped their nails over a chalkboard. A small, frail boy.

The meager guy was too quiet for me to understand. And frankly, how could I understand him? Why did he choose to come up to me, when so many other monsters were roaming around this nasty area?

He brought my thoughts to a crash, jumbling up whatever I had been letting my mind run loose on. Did I hear him right? Sure, I looked like I hadn't slept in a few weeks nor did my hair do anything to help that, but I certainly didn't look old enough for home to condone him calling me mother.

What should I do? Should I turn away, leave? Push him away? I can't lie, I was very tempted to get such a creature off of me immediately. But, I figured I had to atleast try and help him. So, I waved a hand so he followed me, hating the feeling as he walked, watched with those eery eyes. Quickly enough, I had pushed him towards a man who looked friendlier than anyone else here and left. It wasn't my problem, after all. I didn't want to endure the torture of having someone follow me around for so long and then having to speak with his potential mother. No way.

Now, what was I doing? Ah, right. I have to go to school.