• Me, Myself and I
    chpt.1

    I wake to find a cold and empty room before me. The sun hasn't risen yet and I look at my old, banged up wall clock that probally doesn't work. I live on the south side of town. The place where the underdogs live. It's 3:00am. Yep. Time to get up. I put on my school uniform, a blue collared shirt with kacki pants and a matching tie. I feel like a dork. Oh wait, I am a dork. More like a loser. I have no friends, just this really shy guy named Quin. I think. He follows me around like a shadow not daring to say anything. I smooth down my hair with my hand doing all this with my eyes halfway closed. I make my way to the kitchen just to find my dad waking up holding his head and empty beer bottles scattered all around him. He looks at me and I look at him. Then he slowly picks up a bottle and throws it at my head. "Who are you?!" He yells I duck just as I feel it brush my hair. "Dad's gettin really good at aiming." I say to myself. I run out the door before he has a chance to get up. By the way, my name is Will. Me and my Dad don't talk much because first of all, there's nothing to talk about but tradegy. And secondly I don't think He's seen a sober day in his life. I've thought of suicide before but, my Dad's still a person. I can't leave him alone like this. Mom died giving birth to my little brother Jason. He was 2 when he died of Tay-Sachs disease. My little sisters died crossing the street to get to dance. They were 7 when they died. My Dad was so depressed, his escape was to drink and fall asleep with alcolhol intoxicating his mind just to see Mom again.

    I cross the street where my sisters died. Giggles and screams come from two little girls half my size run around me. Their honey colored hair stained with a chocolate milk brown. Their hair followed obiediently behind them. Then they chased each other into the street just as the bright yellow bus came zipping around the corner. Giggles turn to screams of pain. The screams turned to silence as the two died underneath the bus. I shake my head in sorrow and wipe away tears daring to roll down my cheeks. I cross the street remembering to look both ways. "Bye Mom!" I hear from inside one of the many abandoned houses. This one was small, stuffy and just rediculously disgusting. "Who could be that desperate to buy a house like that?" I ask myself. "Probabally someone really desperate!" I answered myself.