"Sam. May I come in?" Sarah asked in a gentle voice with a knock on the door and waited but a reply never came. With a sigh, Sarah entered her son's bedroom and sat on the edge bed while her son stayed under his blanket.
"I have to go to work. It's my first day today and I'm hoping for the best so...wish me luck," she asked her son with tinge of hope but she still couldn't elicit a response from him.
Already used to having such onesided conversations, Sarah stood up and showed herself out but she paused at the doorway and said, "I know you've been through a lot but you need to understand that staying locked up in your room will do you no good. At least for the sake of the bond we once shared, take a stroll and venture our knew neighborhood. Goodbye."
Leaving these words behind, Sarah closed the door and left. After 10 minutes of still silence, Sam got out of bed and went to the body sized mirror and stared blankly at his reflection.
He could pass as above average with his tanned skin tone and lean figure if it wasn't for the black dull pair of black holes that could draw out anyone's very soul. His jet black messy hair only added to dark charm and his indifferent expression spelled the phrase ' I don't give a damn if the world burned' perfectly.
Samran Cross wasn't always like this though. There was once a time when his eyes sparkled like a pair of onyx and a smile on his face was as common as a blade of grass in the grazing fields. However that was all 6 years ago, before his tenth birthday that changed everything about him.