...chapters of my life... musings of my mind...: David Morgan was fourteen years old, when his parents got killed in front of him. He's trying to live on... He's trying to forget... But these nightmares are always there. Why did his parents got kill...
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Looking back, I don't know how I got here. I didn't use to be a violent person. Back in my childhood days, I was a normal kid. I had a normal life. I was pretty bright and always in a good mood. I didn't fight a lot with my parents. I was even pretty good at school. Well, that was then.
Of course, I didn't change overnight and I didn't grow up overnight either, but there are certain significant events that can be life altering.
They say that every choice you make has its consequences and leads you down a certain path in life. But looking back on my life, I don't know if that's true for me. Looking back, I don't think I had the privilege to chose my own path in life. I don't think I had a lot of choices. I felt more like a passenger on the ride of my life. I mean, yeah, I was in the car, but my hands weren't on the steering wheel. It's not like somebody else drove the car, but I didn't either. All I could do was react to the events around me. It was like walking through a field of snow, where the path has already been outlined and your feet automatically find the footprints that were left for you.
It all started three weeks before my fifteenth birthday. I grew up in a big city. Like I said, I had a pretty nice life. I believed that everybody on this planet was good and that nothing bad could ever happen to me.
The city, me and my parents lived in was quite big, but pretty safe. I knew my neighborhood well and I was never scared that anything bad could happen. They almost never reported about committed crimes on TV or in the newspaper. Like I said, everything was wonderful.
One night my parents and I were driving home from a party my Dad took us to. I remember it, like it was yesterday - it was almost 3a.m. on June 28th 2007. The whole city seemed quiet. We were driving home on a big street that went right through the city. It was a two-lane one-way street. Next to the street, on the left, was the elevated-train public transportation system, of the city. The public transportation system consisted of a few subway lines of which the aforementioned line was built on a bridge-like structure for most of its route. On the opposite side were the two lanes going in the other direction. The bridge, the train was traveling on, provided halls underneath it, which were used by companies as storage facilities. They usually had darkened windows, so it was basically impossible to see to the other side of the street for the most part. There are just some openings in that bridge-like structure for the crossing streets. The buildings, next to the street on the right, were medium sized and were primarily office buildings, so during the night there weren't many lights on, let alone people in the buildings.
For a long time we didn't even see other cars on the street - maybe because it was a week-day. I was pretty tired and I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. Dad's office parties were pretty boring most of the time, but on the other hand, they offered an excuse for me to stay up late, so I didn't mind going.
My parents were quietly talking about the party and I was looking out the window. I felt pretty tired, because the office party that night was long and boring. Of course, given the fact that my Dad was the owner of the company, he had to be at every one of these events. And there were a lot of them.
