It was only a month until I left the hospital, they were surprised by how quickly I healed. I was walking out of the hospital with my Mom and we were about to get in the car to go home to Dad. It was currently snowing outside, I live in Wenrem, which could be said to be the dump yard for the world. It has one of the highest crime rates in the world. I feel so sick of the people in this city that I just want to pound them into the pavement.


    The snow covered the trash that was littered in the streets, the hospital was one of the few safe places that wasn’t really affected by the waste. Ever since I got out of the hospital I haven’t really felt anything, I could feel the little snow landing on my face but it didn’t even feel cold. We got in the red car, preparing to embark. I sat there in the moving car looking out the window, at the patrols of people likely in criminal organizations. One was even beating up a man while the others laughed. Then we arrived home.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    It was a small yellow house that was surprisingly comfortable. We went inside, my Dad was singing in the living room typing intently on his laptop. He just nodded as a sign of our entrance, I sighed and went straight to bed. I was exhausted, and I had a lot of work to do tomorrow.