In a world where chaos reigns and silence screams louder than words, I find myself drifting—somewhere between pain and purpose.
I never chose this life.
My mother died coughing blood in a room with no heat, no medicine, no chance. She was the warmth we never got back.
My father held us together with torn hands and empty pockets. And my little brother? He smiled through hunger. We had nothing—but we had each other. Until that day.
A man, running from a robbery gone wrong, saw us in the alley. Street beggars. Easy targets. No names, no future. Just three lives to erase for no reason at all.
He shot my dad in the chest. He shot my brother in the gut. And he laughed.
I was supposed to die next. But rage took over.
I tackled him. I don't even remember how—I just moved. I grabbed his gun.
Two bullets. One chance.
I stare down the barrel of my own thoughts, but I don't dare pull the trigger.
"Not yet."
I'd never taken a life before. But he already took mine. So I pulled it.
And when the echo faded, I was all that was left. No family. No childhood. Just blood, silence, and a smoking gun. Everything since then feels like a test.
The streets raised me. Grief carved me. And guilt never left my side. But I don't crumble. I don't kneel. I stand. Even when the world spits in my face.
Because I'm not fighting for peace. I'm fighting to exist.
To be something more than just another forgotten shadow.
They told me to stay quiet. To keep my head down.
But when I wear the crown, I won't be asking permission.
I rage against the silence. Against the idea that kids like me were born to lose.
I had a hole in my heart and blood on my hands.
And still, I fight.
I scream into the void, "Why me?" But it never answers.
So I stopped asking.
Society says we're all equal. That's a lie.
Some are born with open doors. Others have to break through the walls.
I'm done waiting.
My mind is a battlefield. And in this war…
I choose to survive. I choose to fight.
"My name is Leonardo BloodRay and I refuse to be forgotten."