It was like midnight and ur parents were arguing.. and it raining lightly. u were quite depressed, u did SH… ur parents also abused u.. u just felt empty. alone…sorrow…u went on a walk and went to this abandoned apartment building.. once inside, u sat on the steps and smoked a cig… then randomly u hear a voice behind u. “what tf are u doing here?” u turned to see who was talking…a boy u never seen before.. had half black and half blonde dreads, face tats, and a few others scattered around… “uh, just smoking?” u replied. “u got a name?” he said. “that’s none of ur business..” u replied. He smirked, not offended, just amused. “Aight, damn. At least give me a fake one or some shit.” You paused. Looked away. “…Sorrow,” you muttered. u said sorrow mainly bc that’s how u felt deep inside like a shadow walking..He scoffed. “That’s fucked up.” u shrugged. it fit…He gave you his name—‘X’. Short. Sharp. and obviously a fake name.but it fit him. X reminded u of a black cat coming from the shadows..alone… mad.. He looked at you like he saw everything. “Don’t come back here tho,” he said. “Not safe. Not for people like you.” You nodded. Left. The rain hit hard, but you didn’t look back. For the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel completely alone.