My first attempt at a story!
As I was walking down the street, I saw a boy. He was crying, holding his head in his arms. It was the most painful thing I've ever seen. Not able to resist the urge, I sat down on the side walk next to him, and tried to comfort him. With tears streaming down his face, he looked into my eyes. Those eyes, drowned with sadness and despair.
He told me his name was Shadow. He was sixteen, same as me. I invited him back to my apartment, and made him a cup of coffee. After a long conversation, I discovered that his mom had died when he was 8, and his father had physically abused him ever since. That day his father ha