"JERROME! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!” the voice struggled under the weight of the rock. The rock which took her life. Tears well in his eyes as he tried to reach for her, as her tried to get to her, save her. He loved her. He tried helplessly to rid her of the rocks which now bury her, rocks which fall from the sky. Finally he gives up, turning away and feeling, trying to save his own life, not that he really wanted to live, but he had no choice. He had to live, or others sake, he was all they had left…

The memory swims through his mind. He could feel all sorts of emotion run through him… regret, sadness, grief. Love. She had done so much for him, and yet he had treated her like a piece of shit. Like she was a worthless… rag that would just provide for him. how wrong was he. So very wrong. She had done everything for him. Now dead because he had let it happened, he hadn’t been able to get the rocks away from her, he had failed her. He failed at being a son. He was the worst son around, and yet she didn’t care, she loved him, no matter the condition. He had just started amending their relationship… and now… and now.. he would never get the chance. Now he sits in the corner of a deserted building. Staring coldly at the wall across the room, eyes distant. Distracted.

He remembers all the times he had told her that he hated her, that he wished he was never born. How he wished he was dead. He had run away numerous times.. he was the bad boy of district 8. He graphitized with his friends looted stores. Stolen uncountable number of things, and all of this was due to the fact that he had never given him a chance. He remembered one time when he had stolen something valuable form a store across the street. He had been caught. Things hadn’t ended well. But yet his mother refused to hate him. she always found a way to forgive him, to love him. he had taken it all for granted.

Now he was left with his family, being the oldest, he had the responsibility, with their father being a man whore. He had the responsibility. He was responsible. He had his two little sisters, and his brother. They all looked at him for guidance. He wasn’t the boy he used to be. He had matured. Yes he still went out with his mates for some fun, doing what he used to do, but he had cooled it down a touch. He had his families fate in his hands now, and he couldn’t blow it. his mother would then never forgive him… and he wouldn’t be able to ever forgive himself. He had to be there for them. They counted on him.

Before his mother’s death, he used to be the bad boy. The kid that was always in trouble. The trouble maker. Even after her death, sometimes he still slips back into him old self, trying to release some pressure, emotion. He used to be that kid who would smoke whatever he could find, and drink anything that would numb the pain. He was a miserable child who took it out on his mother, he never hit her, he would never hit a girl, no matter how frustrated he got. Especially after his mother’s death… but f he had to in order to survive… to make it back to his family… he would do whatever it takes. His mother had proved to him, that you should do whatever it takes to prove to your family how much you love them, and would never lose, them. he would sacrifice himself for any of them, in order that they live. because after all if they were to be injured or killed he could never live with himself, and he wouldn’t he would… he would end his life.

Since his mother death he had become a much more responsible guy. He had started looking out for his family. But he was a tough determined guy. If he was determined to protect his family, nothing could get him to change his mind. If he wanted something, he would keep going till he got it. He may look very cold and scary on the outside, and he was around strangers, but when he was with his family. He was sweet caring, patient, nothing of what he was. He was a new person. He had changed for the better, but with the loss of a loved one. It took the death of someone who he loved to get him to turn around. To be the perfect boy.

Dark brown caves. Caves full of emotion. They are haunted by the past, but yet are bright, and willing for the future, and what it holds for his family. That’s his eyes. Eyes that are dark brown chips. Eyes can display more emotions than your face, and his eyes they are like a book, showing all these emotion, all mixed into one major ambition. To prove to his family, what it is to be a Corby. He has dark skin. But the skin is unhealthy, hollow looking from his lack of food and nutrition. He has bags under his eyes, bags that show the lack of sleep, shows his stress, depression. They are darker than his skin, giving him a more haunted starved look.

His arms and legs are well built from the physical exertion he had put on them in his previous experiences. From running away from crime scene, and from the stealing to provide for his family. his torso is well built, but he has a concave stomach, that shows the lack of food. Shows how deprived of food, and sleep he is, but he can still put up a fight. He wears dark clothes usually a hoodie that would hide his face, that could give him some privacy. He hasn’t got many clothes to choose from, but what he has, he loves, they are perfect for him, and how he provides for his family. He needs them.