I Want to Write a Story

Iris was born hundreds of years ago. A boy who was running away from his father, who was a psychopath, that had murdered his whole family in front if him. When he was running away, he heard crying and slowed down. He followed the sound. What he found was a dead woman on the ground, and another holding a baby with black hair. The woman gave the baby to the boy. "Run. Keep her safe, find her father." He stared at her and finally, hearing his Father come, ran off to a mansion. He got through the door, tripped, and fell on his side. A man saw and helped him, then the boy went off running again. He intered a large room, where a man was sitting lazily on a couch. When the boy cane in, he barely glanced at him. "What to you want?" The man asked. The boy showed him the baby."I was supposed to give you this kid-" the man interrupted him. "WHERE IS MY WIFE?" The man screeched.
The boy backed away."I'm sorry, I don't know!" Then he ran out of the room still with the baby. He ran up the stairs and to a room. He hid there for a few hours. When he got back out, it was night and he was afraid of the dark. "I can stay here..." He thought. He stole some things for the baby and stayed there. Well, he woke up late every day and was always afraid of the dark, so he ended up staying there.