The background information I was talking about.
My name is Carlos. Carlos Walker. I'm a seventeen-year-old guy without a family and obviously no friends. Well that's me now. Back then I was a happier version. With a family and tonnes of friends. I was the most popular guy.
You should know that there were a lot of people who hated me and my family. It's how they got killed. And before you say 'Oh god another mafia story!' No. No, we were not involved with any sort of mafia whatsoever. No mafia. Is that clear? Good.
My family was a healthy one. I had a younger sister, and both my parents loved us both equally. Of course we argued, but that's natural.
I had healthy relationships with my friends too, or so I thought.
Then it all flipped. It all changed in the span of one night.
YOU ARE READING
Scars
RandomEverybody has scars, emotional or physical. I am no exception. Scars can break you, scars can make you stronger. I barely remember how I got mine, but I'll try my best to explain.
