WARNING: This story contains family problems and may be triggering to some people. Read with caution!

Genre: Fiction

Date: 2-21-20

Markus sat huddled in the corner of a dark alley. He'd built some shelter out of some old boxes. He sneezed and brought his knees closer to his chest. The 14-year-old boy jumped at a sound that just turned out to be a cat and sighed. He remembered the day he ran away like it was yesterday.

It was late, and Markus had gotten up to get a drink of water when he heard a commotion outside. The little boy went to the window and watched in horror as his parents fought. He was about to pick up the phone and call 911 when he heard a gunshot and watched his mom crumple to the ground. Markus froze until his father turned around to glare at him. It was then that he rushed out the back door and didn't stop.

He'd lost his home that night, four years ago. Markus yawned and watched the rain fall steadily until he fell into an uneasy sleep.

By the way, this is basically my character Markus' backstory.

~ Spirit