CONRAD HILTON

When Conrad regain his consciousness, the first thing he saw is a bright light as well as a full white space. He thought at first that he died because of the wound he received from scaping his body guards. He roam his eyes around the room and found himself laying in the hospital bed. He slowly get up, but only a headaches meet his way as he was trying to remember what happened after he lost his vision. The last thing he remembered is that he was crawling upon the ground with the heavy rain pouring his body. The blood the constantly flow down to his tight as he tried to stand up still enduring the pain of his injury. He don't even know where that place is or to how he arrive. And now, in the hospital. Who found him? Who brought him in? Questions with no answer as he close his eyes, releasing the frustration he felt. By now, he knows that his family already know he is in the hospital.

Conrad Hilton- the runaway son of a billionaire. One of the most influential name in the business of diamonds. From exporting into different countries, their name is well-known to be the next generation of royals. They have countless of branches inside the city of Meyhem, while several tied branches outside the country. They are well respected. Though, despite the glamorous name, the shinning fame and the glistening wealth under their name lies a bloody secret that he just recently discovered. The reason to why he runaway is not just because his family force him to marry a bitchy woman. A woman that also came from a family of wealth. He hated being tied up. He hated commitment. He hated the fact that his once free life will ended up being a married man specially if he don't like or even love the woman. But the real thing is because he was adopted. The vision of a perfect family he thought he have are only a lie. The lies that build him up, dressed him, feed him. The lies that he thought only in fairy tales exist but it actually happened to him. The comfortable lies that shower him love and warmth along with the sweet potato talks that broke his heart into pieces. He thought of asking his so called parents. He thought of confronting them but he knows that they will only feed him lies. A neverending lies.

As he decided to run away, in search of his real family. To why they sell him. To why they abandon him, to why they forsake him for having a real family. Even though, in his 25 years of living under the roof of Hilton family, he still seeks answers. He still seeks for the truth. He would rather give up the wealth, the comfortable life than being push down using deceitful words. Painful, so much pain and aches. The towering memories of his youth to his adolescent spread vastly into his mind.

He lives in the streets for a couple of weeks. Though, he withdraw all the money in his bank account, it is not still sufficient enough for him since he was used to being given foam and ac. With the difficulty of managing the money he have, he was trick on being given a lodging inn but instead he was rob. The money that worth atmost $500 was taken away from him. He struggled surviving in the streets. Carrying his luggages, he trailed his way into the unknown. He tried begging a single penny. He tried asking for help, shelter and food but he never ever tried seeking aid to his adopted parents. For once, he thought that without the circulation of money, the poverty that once along with the journey of a commoner is not so easy. The hardship that they earnestly endure just to have rice on their plate, just to fill their famished stomachs. The sufferings of being thrown away by the society as they depend on themselves to earn a living. But also because of wealth, greedy people overtaken their senses of fair and equality. The beaming riches that blinded them up to attain luxurious life. Stepping one, into two ,into three, into almost anything just to remain high, just to maintain their power. Conrad realize that every single centavos he wasted unconditionally, the food he throws willingly and the machines and technologies he destroyed drastically are what a commoner wished to have, wished to eat and wished to experience.

His living days in the streets gives him a lot of realization. A lot of teachings. A lot of learnings. The robbery he experience thought him how to choose whom to believe in. How to properly select whom to trust. How to manifest his actions in every situation he is in. All of this just because he choose to runaway. It is totally different than what he have. Now, as he was looking for shelter away from the burning sun light, he remembers the child whom he pushed away because of how it smell, how it looks and how disgusting she is. He remembers how he pour insulting speech to the pitiful child. The woeful state of the child. Her expression of pain and aches. He never forget what he said to her. The words that's now hit back at him.

"Disgusting. Where did this shit come from? how come someone actually let this maggot roam around this magnificent place? Are they blind? See how stinky and slur her figure is. Tsk people nowadays should know how to know their place"

He regretted spouting those words. He regretted everything he did. Just as how difficult the situation he is in, is when he realized that the one who needs help shall be given aid. The one who is cold shall be given warmth. The one who's hungry shall be serving meal. The one who needs rest shall be given a comfy slumber. As they say that remorse can only be defined when you were to put in their shoes.

His path reach a park. It is vast and peaceful. Only several couples having dates or family picnics. He took a rest in a vacant seat next to him. As soon as he comfortably sit into the bench, lean his back into the head chair, he saw a couple of black suited men infront of him. He already knows who they are. He already knows who sent them. He already knows who ordered them to look for him. And without a second thought, he run as fast as he can followed by his personal body guards. He don't mind leaving his luggages, just as he will be away from them. With no other options to make he took a pocket knife out of his pocket. He prepare it fast as well as he continued running for his life. When he reach the boarder of the Meyhem premises, he halted. Facing the huge wall, he turn around and saw his body guards halting their way by only 10 meters aways from him while catching their breath. He tried to warn them by trying to hurt himself but since he is a pampered son, even the slightest bit of a mosquito's bite didn't land on him. He pointed the knife into his throat without realizing that one of his body guards was behind him and tried to took away the weapon. Thus in the end, the did a tug of war. Without the presence of the rope but with a knife. His body guards successfully took out the knife from his grip but without cautious, he accidentally hit Conrad's stomach. It is deep and fatal. As they immediately gathered around, some of the body guards run away to look for help while the remaining body guard securely guarding him. He tried tricking him up saying that there's a first aid kit inside his luggages and since his body guard is as idiot as he is, he actually believe it, leaving Conrad alone. He took it's changes to scape. Gathering the remaining vigor he have, he walk slowly into the woods. Using the wall as a support, his aim to scape is greater than his wounds.

Slowly but continuesly, his pace reach to a certain place. With the rain pouring heavily and the lesion he endured for almost an hour. His rosy lips turn pale, while his vision started to blurry. He stumbled upon the slippery weeds and crawl his way into the place he can asked for help. Without much strength, forcing himself to stand up is already hard enough. His clothes is full of blood. Keeping his head up high and eyes widely open is more difficult than being starve for a day. With no more strength left, his last words thought was his last dying wish. Before fully losing consciousness he faintly whispered "I'm sorry mom, dad if I am bad son. I'm sorry for everything. I just wish to find the truth. I'm sorry for failing you"