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I don't remember which parts have trigger warnings so I'll just give it at the start!!!! If you're sensitive, DO NOT READ AHEAD!!!! ⚠️!TRIGGER WARNING IN THIS FAN FICTION!⚠️ 
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I walked through the cold alley all alone knowing that I didn't have the luxury of having parents. I was very poor due to the fact that children didn't get paid well. I did 3 jobs so I could feed myself. I worked at a restaurant in the morning. In the afternoon I'd help the rich families with their chores. In the evening I'd work in a shop. It was my schedule for everyday. At night I'd eat and gaze up at the rocks above reminding me that I was not free. I'm in the underground city. But that day was something different. I saw something that somehow reminded me of myself. It was a child. He was very malnourished. So much so that, all his arms and legs had were bones. His face shaped into the form of his skull. It was unbearable. The more I looked at him the more I saw my reflection. I wanted to help him at all cost. I went home to find some food for him. I looked through my storage and got the best food I could grab. I rushed to his home to find him sitting in the same place in the same position. I gently pushed the door open, slowly scanning the tiny, dark and cold room. I saw a woman lying on the bed only to realise she was dead. I went up to the boy. An old memory or should I say a painful memory, rushed it's way into my head. It was of me, sitting next to my mother's lifeless body, I hadn't eaten for a month or so. I slowly felt my life escape my body. I knew I had to act quick or I could die so, I did whatever possible to get food. No one gave me food but when someone offered...I hesitated to take it. There weren't that many good people in this world...in this place.
"Um..." I started.
He slowly looked up to me. His onyx eyes slightly covered by his raven hair, for a while we have a staring competition until I realised what I came for. I handed him the loaf of bread I had, which was the only decent food I had at that point but I could last for some time without food. He couldn't. He seemed to be surprised and suspicious but in these kinds of situations you don't exactly have a choice. It's either die of hunger or take risk and eat what they give you. He pounced onto the single loaf of bread I had brought. He had finished quickly, he must still be hungry but he knew better than to ask more than given. 
"What's your name?" I asked curiously.
"Levi...Just Levi." He replied hesitantly. 
"What's your name?" He questioned. 
"I don't have one." I really didn't have one. My mum was a prostitute who worked here. She had me by mistake. When dad didn't want me, she didn't think I needed a name. Even if she kept on repeating that he abandoned us, I didn't believe it, but she only ever believed what she wanted, hence I didn't deserve a name. Why would I? I mean I did have names if that's what you call them. Many at that. Asshole, brat, shit, moron, useless and the phrase most used, sacrificial lamb. Others might think that people who were raised in these situations will grow to be hostile, probably swear at others, get angry at them. But the truth being so simple, people raised in these situations are too broken to be able to break others.Too experienced, they know where they are, they will not get anything if they have an attitude. People also believe if we grow up in a harsh way we'll be strong, not fazed by anything. They don't stay unfazed by these things, they just learn to hide it knowing that being expressive isn't going to get you anywhere. So might as well never show anything. When she wasn't with me, these people gave me a place to live. Since then I've done everything I can to live and help them in anyway possible. At that point I was 9.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"I'm 10" Those words struck me like lightning. He was 10 and he looked like he was a 5 year old kid. I couldn't stand it. I was at the point of breaking down. I couldn't let others see me break down, so I left. 
While leaving I looked back. It seemed he was disappointed about something. 
"I'll be back later. We should give your mum a better resting place and I'll make sure to bring more food later on. I promise." I gave him a bright closed eyed smile on my face and left.
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Levi's POV
My eyes widen as I see her flash me a closed eyed smile. That smile reminded me of mum, it wasn't of happiness or joy. It was a smile given to hide the pain. It was a smile given to reassure me that everything was okay. When in fact no one can even predict the pain she was going through. I ignored the look she had. I didn't have the right to be prying in her business. 
For a few months she always brought me food every single day. I would always wait for her to come and see me. In those months I had grown a lot. I was 3.9ft now. It was a huge difference. Right, I started calling her Violet because she always had a violet ribbon on her hair which always stood out. I followed what she told me to do and walked outside. 
For some reason it seemed like Violet was always tired. She also got so much skinnier. It pained me but soon while taking the walk I realised that girls get skinnier as they grow up. I walked around and found Violet. She was lying on the floor unconscious. 
I was stupefied. I jolted to her. I shook her in an attempt to wake her. She didn't respond. I rushed to find anyone who could help her. I begged everyone on my way but no one helped. I was about to give up when I tested my luck for the last time. It was a man with raven hair and onyx eyes much like myself. He wore a black pant, white shirt and a bloody khaki long coat. He staged his head with a black hat. He looked dangerous but I didn't have much of a choice so I went up to him anyway. Ready to get rejected again. 
"Um...Sir..." I spouted.
When I gained his attention I was about to speak when he beat me to it.
"Kid, Is everything alright?" He asked, crouching down to my height and placing his hand on my shoulder reassuringly.
He was warm. It felt just like mum's touch.
"Hey aren't you Olympia's son?" The receptionist questioned.
I nodded slightly before facing the man. The man looked genuinely surprised
"Sir is everything okay?" I questioned somewhat confused by his reaction.
"Yes-Yes I'm fine. You seem more in trouble than me. Did something happen?" That question almost made me cry but I didn't, if anything happened to me, mum would wrap me in her arms and rock me while making sure I knew it was okay to cry...but she wasn't here anymore so slowly I forgot, I was allowed to cry.
"My friend had passed out and I don't know what I can do to help her." I replied.
Not that I expected him to help me.
"Kid. What's your name?" He asked.
"Levi. Just Levi." I replied.
He seemed distracted for a while until he spoke again.
"Well Levi...I'm Kenny, a friend of your mum's. I'll help your friend, don't worry." I can't tell how grateful I was hearing what he said. 
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