The Night
It was one of those dark and eerie November nights; rainwater pierced through the heavily hanging clouds. Along the dark paths of the alleyway stood Sam- completely drenched from head to toe, the precipitation sticking his shiny blonde hair to his forehead. Large shadows under his eyes seemed to have become even darker covering the radiance it once possessed. The strong stench of the nearby sewage was unbearable; though not for him, as the unendurable smell of blood did not seem to let go. Blood! Holding in his right hand was a beautiful dagger studded with exquisite gems pointing downwards, blood dripping from its razorlike blade. His knuckles turned white with the immense strength he applied to the dagger. All his sensations of dropping the dagger perished because of the extreme anger he felt for himself. He felt himself to be completely hollow and deserted just like the houses he was surrounded by. The sky was getting darker and so was his soul, blinking streetlight abov...