Riki was a small kind, pure, innocent boy raised by a toxic family. His father was abused and drug addicted, his mother was afraid of his father and didn’t dare defend Riki when he gotten beaten. She dressed up looking like the perfect wife but not once was she the perfect mother. Riki hated his parents a lot, he hated himself for giving them so many chances. His father would lock him up in a cold basement, starving and beating him till he passed out. Once his father even framed Riki for something he hadn’t done, which made him locked up in an asylum for a few days.

*Each passing day with his family, Riki went insane. His mind was all over the place, all he wanted was love. No one delivered it to him. He was a little boy who wanted attention. A kind innocent boy with no wrong doing. Riki grew more and more hatred for this society. Though he continued to be the kind pure boy he was, until he finally had enough.

He soon decided to run away, it was late at night. Another cold dark night in the basement. Riki’s father had beaten him up a few hours ago and left him to starve. Riki opened the extra basement door to lead the pitch black night.

He ran and ran, far far away. Until his legs finally felt numb. Though he didn’t plan on stopping. He could barely breath any longer as his heart screamed for a break. It started to rain, the cold wet water staining his clothes. He reached and stopped by the local bridge.

He took a deep breath feeling hesitant about the decision he was about to make. But he knew he couldn’t live like this any longer. He needed to do this now or later. He weakly pushed through and stood on the railing.

With one final deep breath he jumped off, flying into the dark cold ocean. The waves strong and it had captured Riki in them. Lighting struck the moonlight sky as rain fell harder and harder.