I have always felt lonely in this life . Honestly I do . I always say hack with life , keep moving on but I can never do that . There will always be something to pull me back to where I began my downfall . I never felt love by parents or friends . I never knew my parents . I never knew what happened to them . I'm only a ten years old boy and yet life has attacked me hard . There are times when I feel like letting go of the hook but there's always something whispering into my ears telling me to hold on just a little longer . It was like an angel .
My name is Peter , I never knew my last name . I was raise by my stepparents who never showed me a single sign of love before . In their house , it felt like a prison or maybe even a dungeon . I can hardly see myself free and they never let me out of the house , not even once . They never let me near the door or window and I never knew what the outside world looked like . I never know about the sun , moon , stars , sky and clouds . I hardly know what grass is . I spent most of my time in my small room and the only thing that never fail to leave my side was a book , a blank book I asked from my stepparents and I never fail to write anything inside that book . I draw , I cried , all the pain and sorrow I ever felt was in that book .
This is a story about my life , an empty life . A life about never giving up , never stop trying and about hope and having just a little faith . A story about taking one giant leap .
