The Boy

Walking down the pitch black alleyway , a boy , sitting on a set on a set of stairs , alone. He was sat there scrolling on his phone yet no sound could be heard . The boy's shoulders were slumped over , hands frozen from the cold autum air. Eyes glued to the phone screen. His face lighting up from the brightness of his phone. Legs dangling off the wall of the stairs. His mouth was sealed shut,no talking, just watching. The boys clothes were dirty with a hand-me-down coat . I noticed that his lips were blue and quivering as of the cold air. Broken and dirty trainers that were far too big for him hanging off his minuscule feet. I wonder, perhaps these old,oversized clothes and trainers were perhaps his fathers. Hm, I wonder. I'd say the boy looked about 10 , maybe younger. My thoughts on this situation; where are his parents? Is he a run away? Does he have a place to stay? He hasnt noticed im standing here, observing him, peculiar. The closer I look the more...abnormal this situation seems. His eyes show no light, phone screen cracked and nothing seemed to be playing yet his thumbs still moving as if scrolling on social media, still no acknowledgement of my presence, he seems unaware of his surroundings, unaware of me, unaware of anything. His eyes dark and dead, sending shivers down my spine. Hairs on the back on my neck stood up as I hear a cold, lifeless undertone come from behind me. I spun around as quickly as I could to try and see who was there and...NO ONE, no one to be seen, no one at all. Everything around me was shtum. I turned back around so I was facing the boy again but when I did , he was gone ...