Should i continue writing my book? read some of it below.. tell me what you think!! ^_^?

As I rest on top of this worn away little stool... DESERTED, cornered by the dark, rainy ally-way. I glare at the little light there is, beaming onto a lid to a nearby garbage can... from the street lights and think of what my life had suddenly become... ****. All I hear is the roaring of cars ping over the DRENCHED street, All the way at the end of the brick building that my back leans upon. I bury my head into my knees as i try to remember the events that made my life hell... *leaves rustle softly* i sigh deeply, look up and see someone standing at the beginning of this eerie ally almost directly in the middle... trapping me. I am almost positive it is a guy, hes wearing a cape-like jacket, almost like the grim reapers', and hes wearing heavy leather boots. I back up as far as I can until I realize a rusty, barb-wired fence was pressing hard against my back. I climb up it faster than I ever climbed something before, but thats not saying much since I'm a COMPLETE weakling. FINALLY, I got to the top! Then, completely out of nowhere I feel his hand heavily tug my soaked hoodie.. scraping my hand on the EXTREMELY SHARP wire I held on to, I wasnt letting go.. well, atleast thats what I thought. I fell to the cold, wet ground, blood dripping from my long thin fingers and I quickly jump to my feet. I reached into my backpack and pulled out an EXTREMELY SHARP Tourne Knife. I held the knife out to sort of intimidate him... after all I knew I couldnt really cut him, even if I could be facing my death. He grabbs the sharp and slightly curved knife forcively from my bloodly fingers "that was STUPID," he grabbs my arm angrily, giving me look of hatred. he pulls up the sleeve to my hoodie and tears of my armwarmers using the sharpest edge of the knife.. "stop! I--" it is too late. he saw. What The ******* hell?! "you cutt.." he looked at me with an undescribable facial expression, not angry... not happy obviously. i guess nothing really could describe this look on his face. his face was hidden partly by the hood over his head and partly by the close-to COMPLETE darkness. he held the knife so tightly it looked like the knife was gasping for air, and quickly slices into my scarred arm which is slowly getting smuttered by the blood still dripping from my torn fingers. he squeezes my gorey arm and just watches all the blood pour out. his hands are getting smeared with the gore, he doesnt even seem to be phased by this at all!! strange as it is, he lets go of me and holds his hands closely to his face, not touching his white flesh but, almost 5 or-so inches away. he seems to be smelling my blood on his hands. he starts to close his eyes. He starts to lick his fingers slowly at first, but then.. faster and faster and finally so fast he was almost inhaling my bright scarlet blood. he licked his fingers clean and opened his eyes and faced me with a mercilous look. he came closer to me "I 'm Fury, and I'm your dark guardian" he said this so seriously i couldnt help but to believe him. "i'm f--" he interrupted me, which I absolutely HATE. "you are Firesity"