Jayden’s pov

It was already evening when I arrived ‘’there’’, this place goes by the name of The inferno. Who ever came out with that name, didn’t have much originality, the name was so overused, but well, that doesn’t matter. What matters is the reason of why I’m here. If you want to find all kinds of low people, and when I say low, I mean that you could either find gamblers, thieves, drug addicts and even a killer. That last part I’m not to sure about it though, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there is actually someone here that has killed somebody. You can find illegal drug sales and alcohol in this enormous bar that it has. It doesn’t matter if you are a minor or not, if you want to get drunk without the bartender having to ask for your ID, then, this is the perfect place for you. The owners only care about the money, so everything is allowed, they would permit anything that gives them easy cash.

However, I’m not here for the drugs or the alcoholic drinks, none of that. The most famous part of this location is its boxing or rather, fighting ring. People here come to fight and make the easy green, the audience will gamble for the chosen fighters, the one that wins at the end receives a price, which by the way it’s only a $1000.00, not that much. But hey, that is good enough for me, this is not the big thing, it’s illegal after all. Besides, I honestly don’t care about the cash either, I’m here to do one of the things I am so good at, and that is to fight. It’s been a couple of months since the last time I fought. I could already feel my blood boil from excitement, the feeling of adrenaline running my entire body…. I just love to fight and I know I shouldn’t…. at least not in a place like this one.

Although I don’t have the concern of being caught, given the fact that The Inferno is located in an abandon train station a little far from the city. Nobody comes here, just the ones like me who knows about it. I’m a 15-year-old boy, I know I’m just a kid but I’m pretty built for my age, thanks to my work outs every single day. I’m a hyperactive person, I cannot be steady, it doesn’t feel right. Despite my love for fighting, that is not the only reason I do it. When I fight, I let out all my stress, I forget about everything, it is my medicine as sad as it sounds, it calms me down. I just need to do it, specially now that I’m feeling so …. so sad, devastated, guilty and angry at the same time because of Rose. She was very important to me and I just lost her two days ago, all because of that fucking accident. I could have save her but I couldn’t, I wasn’t fast enough. That was killing me from the inside. I remember the first time she held my hand, it was so tender and warm, she always put a stupid smile on my face. I loved her, and …. I know I’m just a brat who probably doesn’t know what love is, but if it wasn’t that what I felt, then I don’t know what it was but it made me so happy. Death took her away from me, she was gone and I couldn’t do anything about it.

Lili, my dad and Ms. Resebelt have tried to distract me from that fact, but the truth is other. My physical injuries will close and heal. However, the wound in my heart will always be there and……. It hurts………. It hurts like hell. Right now, the only thing I can do without breaking over is embracing what I am…. A fighter.