CHAPTER 1

Pacing down the corridor of white painted walls and tiles was a orphan boy who dressed in ripped jeans and hoodie. Anxiety plastered on his face and wrinkled with deep worry.

He huffs out in frustration and walks to the men's room. Splashing cold water on his tired face, he takes a glance at the mirror. His piercing blue eyes were red from sleepless nights, his bags brimmed under, and the look of stress became more permanent on him.

He passes his wet cold hands on his half shaved head and goes out of the restroom. Sitting back down, the hospital intercom calls.

"Paging Mr. Denven Marshalls, Doctor Peter will come see you now at the general clinic. Floor 1, Room 34" The woman says, announcing it again.

Denven stands up and walks through the now populated corridor. Nurses and doctors were looking at him, spying at his direction and patients and visitors whispered as he walked by.

"Mama, that man looks scary," A little girl says out loud, as Denven passes her and a blonde lady. Denven looks at them and sees them walking away faster.

"You shouldn't say that around people like them or they might hurt us" whispered the woman as they rushed away from Denven.

Denven rolls his eyes and walks through the halls, finding room 34. Looking around, he sees the room and lightly knocks.

"Come in" a male voice calls out from inside. Denven carefully opens the door and sees his mother's doctor, Dr. Peter.

"Denven, take a seat and I'll make this quick" Dr. Peter says not taking his eyes off from what he's writing. He gestures for Denven to sit and he does so quite hesitantly.

"I have bad news Mr. Marshalls-" Dr. Peter starts, taking his glasses off and looking at Denven.

"-I'm afraid your mother is suffering from dementia" he says, looking worriedly at Denven. Denven sat there shocked and waited for the doctor to proceed.

"We'll run tests on her, but we'll be needing your father's consent on this since you're not biologically hers " the doctor says blatantly at him.

"Excuse me, but my mother adopted me without a father. I am 28 years old and capable of signing any documents" Denven says, reasonably insulted.

"And I assume you'll be able to pay for her bills as she will stay here for treatments and confinement for further observation" Dr. Peter spat back at Denven, smirking slyly.

"I-" Denven sat and tried to find words.

His job can't pay enough for rent and utilities, let alone his mother's hospital bills. His mind ran blank at the thought of looking for a higher paying job.

"You brought your mother with no plan on paying, are you running a scam?" the doctor's tone heightens in rage.

"Poor, uncivilized, and full of mockery. And you brag that you can read and write" he continues to spur insults at Denven who was on the verge of anger.

"Try and punch me, and lets see if your mother could survive out of this building" Dr. Peter threatens him, making Denven's face soften with worry.

"I'll have your mother be extended for 3 days, pay the bills or she'll be thrown out"

The sun blared through the blue sky, clouds huddled darkly. Denven sat in a bus, quietly thinking deeply to himself. He felt numb and his mind foggy, not knowing what to do tomorrow. He could go around town and try job hopping, but what company would hire him?

He looked up at a baby who was staring at him from the front seat. He smiles, but the infant cries out to its mother. The lady looks at him from behind glaring.

"Excuse me, do you mind? " the woman says sharply, hushing her baby gently.

"Filthy  orphan" she blurts out for Denven to hear.

Denven looked shocked and looked around in the bus. A couple teens at the back seat were either frenching or laughing and pointing out the window. Denven goes back looking out the window, and unexpectedly feels a kick from his seat. It continued on and chanting was heard from the teens, yelling at him.

A woman wearing a hijab quickly looked away from fear, and an old man from the opposite side glared at him.

"You should cover your scar . it looks terrified " the old man says, disgusted at Denven.

"I don’t want it to cover" Denven states, gently as he can say without anyone thinking he's picking a fight.

"I can't understand your english" the old bastard snickers and waves his middle finger at Denven.

Denven grumbles on his seat and quickly presses the stop button of the bus. He stands but suddenly gets tripped over by the bus conductor making him fall flat out of the vehicle. He rolled to his side, groaning in pain. The bus door shuts before he could yell at the conductor and sped off.

Denven stands to his feet and limply walks himself to a bar. He sat himself at the counter and asked for tap water. The lady bartender looked at him judgingly and gave him a glass.

"If you want to use the restroom, you need to buy a drink," the lady bartender says bluntly at Denven. She busied herself cleaning shot glasses and wiping them with a rag.

Denven stood to his feet and walked away. Before he could even step out, the sound of the news breaks the attention of the hockey enthusiasts off the TV.

"BREAKING NEWS!" A man live on television came on.

"An unidentified driver in a   McLaren AMG is currently swooping, causing mayhem in downtown Seattle" A scene that occured live shocked many of the people at the bar, and some even took a look out to see for themselves of the said car.

"Authorities are now rushing in with paramedics on the lookout suspecting a faulty break in the car" the News Anchor added, with the camera paneling unto a car chase.

Denven shrugs at the news unaffected. He walks out of the bar, walking quietly deep in thought. He arrives at a stoplight, then hears screeching tires from his left. He glances and sees a car rushing towards him. He quickly runs to the curve and jumps forward, landing on his stomach. The car swoops behind him, meters away from crashing on to him but instead crushed the side of a bedding and linen store.