MOON

4. MOON

The streets were empty of any humans. Only the looming shadows dared to be outside at night. Moon was shining so horribly bright but the light didn’t seem to reach the ground.
The deathly quiet night was disturbed by a door slamming. A figure darted out on the street. It ran as fast as it could. The figure had a visible limp to their step. Blood trailed behind them.
There was a sudden bright light which startled the figure. The light illuminated the pale boy’s face. His greenish- yellow eyes were wide with terror and his mouth was agape revealing his abnormally sharp teeth.

He was cradling his bleeding arm and if you looked closer, you could see the watercolor bruises peeking out from under his dirtied white gown.
There was shouting and the alarms started blaring.
That seemed to startle the boy as he quickly ran into an alleyway. He kept running until he spotted a dumpster.
He scrambled to hide behind it.
He held his breath and waited.
And waited.
When he couldn’t hear the shouts he finally allowed himself to relax. His head hung limply. Silent tears ran down his face leaving streaks on his bloody skin.
He was so tired.
So tired of this corrupted city. The city where people went to have a better life but ended up discarded by the government. This place is built on bodies. This year, 2130, was the worst. Nowadays, only the rich had a chance to survive. Quite literally.
He was one of those people. But now he had so many regrets of coming here.
He didn’t even remember his name.
He let out a bitter laugh at this thought.
How cruel of this city to take away his own name.
He sighed and stood up. His legs were aching and he could barely feel his wounded arm. He had to keep going. He had no choice. (a Latvian student)