Have you ever had those times in your life when everything is just perfect, and one thing happens and it all shatters? Well that pretty much explains my entire life for ya. I had rich parents, great friends, an awesome house, and unlimited access to entertainment, in particular My Little Pony. All of that was taken from me by my good for nothing uncle. I'll explain all that to you a different time. All you need to know is he is the biggest douche bag you will ever meet.
Ever since I lost everything I had, I have been living here in Chicago. Yeah I did live in Kentucky with my family, but they're all dead now so that doesn't matter. I have very little to remember home with. I just have this green hiking backpack with some sentimental items in it.
I have this small flannel blanket that I got from my mom one Christmas. It's rather small but it kept me warm on my travels; and of course it is one of the only things to remember my mom by.
My heart pillow that I got from heart surgery that is signed by most of my family. That is a very dear thing to me and I will never lose it. It was my best friend right after surgery, because it was the best pain reliever. Yeah, while I'm on the topic I had heart surgery about three years ago when I was thirteen.
Oh and I forgot to mention that I am only sixteen years old. Yeah, I'm a sixteen year old orphan hobo that lives on the streets of Chicago. Any way, back to my items.
I have my four-leaf clover hat that I have always worn. It's black with a green clover on the side and a small one on the back. I usually wear it backwards anyway.
I also have my awesome shades that I have had for three years now. They have a black frame and orange and purple lenses. They're pretty nice considering I got them from Wal-Mart.
Now the one thing I can't live without is my camouflage pull-over. I like to call it old-reliable. I have worn it ever sense the day I got it and that won't change until it breaks or I die.
The one thing I took while my uncle wasn't looking was a forty-four magnum revolver and a box of bullets. I took this because it belonged to my dad before he died. He trained me in how to use it properly. He said when I was old enough he would give it to me, and when my uncle kicked me out I snuck it out with me
Well I think that's enough of my background story. All that matters is my parents died in a plane crash and now I'm an orphan that has walked across the country to find opportunity. Sure it's sad but that's how my life has gone for two years now; but hey, that's all behind me now. I am just going to do what my dad wanted and make my mark on this world or any other. What he meant by “any other” I have no clue, but I just hope it happens soon.
Well this leaves us where I am now. Sitting on a bench outside my friend’s dad's gun store.
Yeah my only friend now is Dylan Travis. He's a good friend and tries to help me, but I decline because I can take care of myself. Speak of the devil hear he comes now.
"Hey Dylan, how ya doing bro."
"Why are you asking me? You’re the one people should be concerned about. Living on the streets and what not. You really need to move in with me and dad. He said it was okay and that you could get a job working with us." He pleaded.
"Look, you don't have to be so pushy about it. Besides, my answer is still no. I can take care of myself you know. Thanks for the thought though."
He flipped his hair out of his eyes before he sighed. He was about a year older than me but we're about the same height, a couple inches less than six feet. He has long dusty blonde hair. Boy does he have light skin, I mean this guy could get burnt by the moon.
He reached his arm out and patted me on the shoulder and began to speak.
"Hey man, I'm sorry I'm being such a douche to you, but this isn't good for you. You need a safe place to sleep at night. This place is crime ridden and over run with gangs. I don't want to see anything bad happen to ya out here. You’re like my brother."
"My dad wanted me to make my mark on this world, and I plan to fulfill my dad's wish on my own. I don't need your sentiment anymore, I'll be fine." I said with a hint of anger, as I got up and walked off.
Honestly I didn't want for that to come off as mean but I just snapped. I'll come back and apologize tomorrow. It's starting to get dark out right now.
According to the clock in the jewelry store I just passed it's around 8:30, not bothering to look at my watch. I had better find an alley way and get comfortable. It's time for another long night in fabulous old Chicago.
I found a nice dark alley and took off my back-pack and laid it up against the wall. I pulled out my blanket and covered myself from the waist up. I curled up into a ball and leaned slightly on my back-pack.
Hopefully tonight I will have a dream about my old family. I know I said that's all behind me, but I can't help but think about them at night. I miss my mother’s cooking, playing x-box with my brothers and friends, spending time with my dad when he wasn't working, and most of all my parents telling me every night before I go to sleep that they love me.
1:37 A.M.
I awoke to the sound of a woman screaming. I stuffed the blanket into the pack and slipped my arm under the straps, grabbed my loaded gun and ran towards the scream.
I ran for about a block before I rounded the corner to see a tall man wearing all black trying to mug a young woman. I looked for a second and noticed the guy had a gun in his hand. I took a step closer and began to speak.
"Hey, let her go!" I yelled.
The man stopped and looked at me and pointed the gun in my direction. He glared at me then he spoke.
"Piss off kid or I'll shoot."
I took another step and drew my gun quickly. I couldn't let him keep attacking this woman. I needed to make my mark in society and now was my chance.
I heard two loud bangs as he pulled the trigger. My body went completely cold and into shock. I looked down as at my abdomen. I quickly clutched the bleeding wound and my hand became covered in my blood. I felt my strength leave my body and I knew that this was it for me, but I'm not going down alone.
"Oh fuck you!" I yelled angrily pulling the trigger.
The bullet hit him between the eyes and sent him to the ground in an instant. I fell against a wall and slowly slid down it until I was sitting on the ground. I looked at the blood smeared down the wall from my wound. It had gone straight through. I could hear the sirens in the distance getting louder.
Before the cops could arrive I faded into a deep sleep. When I opened my eyes I was lying on the floor of a dark room. I heard a familiar regal voice speak out to me.
"And so it begins." It said from my front.
I lifted my head and saw a figure in the distance. It looked as tall as me and had wings. I could tell it was a female by the voice. Then it spoke again.
"Rest now young orphan, you have a long hard journey ahead. Do not let me down." It said. The last of my strength died away as the freezing cold finally reached my head.