Memphis slammed the door to his house and walked out onto the beach behind his house. The sand under his bare feet felt odd in a way yet it was so familiar. He normally did this everyday, just to get away from it all.
The boy was divided into two parts, in a way--the outer and the inner. The outer likes the darkness and enjoys time spent alone and quiet. The inner, a small part of him, terribly missed company of others. He had no parents, he lived in a foster home, with foster parents. To him, that translated was 'Fake parents with fake smiles.'









