...I need a name...seriously...

...I need a name...seriously...

Dark clouds, closed shutters, the dead sleeping restlessly in places meant for the living...this world contains nothing but grim salvation for those who are foolish enough to pursue
nothingness. He looked around hoping to find one piece of true joy. Instead, he saw a large red stained quilt half covering a mauled .girl with only half of a body left for the world to see. He stepped back and ran into someone who's face was not a place for smiles and cheers, but a dark abyss leading to the gap in her heart. He looked around frantically an noticed every one had the same emptiness filling their lungs, each breath giving fire to the immense pain. And everything went black.

His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment he was confused about where and what he was. He sat up and instantly fell right back down. He was lying far back in a aphotic, contaminated alley way littered with the remains of daily human life. He rested his head against the solid brick wall supporting his body. He closed his eyes again and wished it all away. This world full of fake smiles that are only lit by the last remaining ounce of light left to salvage.

Opening his eyes once again, he pulled himself up, groping the wall for support. With his hand against the wall, he began to limp back to the light at the end, for without light there would be no darkness.

The streets where bustling with people, doing this, needing that. The roads were covered in slush, the leftovers from a small snow and a quick rain. Thank goodness for the pair of sneakers he found or he would have been trudging through it with only his bare feet. He wandered around aimlessly for a bit, and stopped in a small, deserted park. Every piece of metal was frozen and you would stick to it if you weren't careful. He went and sat on the swings making sure no water had melted into the seat, and began to swing. Higher and higher he went until he felt the wind pushing his hair back from his face and then into it.

It was like flying. He missed flying so much, but this pathetic world couldn't sustain the weight of elf magic. Even if it could, he wouldn't do it. Normal humans cannot fly, and that is a fact. Eventually he dragged his feet on the ground underneath him, watching the pebbles under the snow reappear. He subsequently stopped moving. Looking at the ground was always so depressing, he didn't know why, but it just seemed that way. It was like trying to avoid something inevitable. When he finally decided to stand back up, he came face to face with a little girl, no older that 5. She looked up at him with her hands clasped behind her back and bent forward with a sympathetic gaze. She had curly Auburn hair in pigtails covering her ears and her eyes were an odd green color. She had a furry red jacket on, black mittens, a small orange skirt with tall striped socks. He was startled and stepped back, he'd never seen someone actually acknowledge him like this before. Had she been watching him this whole time?

"Why did you stop swinging?" She asked earnestly, her look pure. "You were having so much fun, even I felt like I was flying watching you." He felt a little embarrassed, did he look like he was having that much fun? He was supposed to be 15 after all.

"Well, I-I don't know. I just...y'know..stopped...I guess..." He tried to make his words flow, but they came out more choppy than he thought they would be in the first place. She stood, back erect, and held out one hand to him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Rini!"