Who We Are

Chapter 1

I have to stop this. I never really understand what am I doing in those dark dreams. I remember the parts were the pain is the strongest, my best quality. Sometimes I feel that my life is exactly made up of that. Don't get me started with the past week, someone was definetely chocking me to death. Apparently I was immune to death those days, or my Dad beat the crap out of this guy.

Now, I do here the storm and the guns firing, but somehow my eyelids are heavier than any of that. I could already feel the footsteps of my Mother with a cold glass of water shaking in her hand. Here we go again.

"You better wake up before this glass of water is shoved in your mouth," she said with her strong and mad voice. I took a deep breath and prayed to God to make this day better than my Mother's comment. "I am awake," I said with a scratchy voice. "Good, now dress up and go to work". I opened my eyes and immediatly rolled them after she left the room.

I sat up on my bed and put my feet on the cold wooden floor that immediatly cracked. Oh the feeling of coldness in the mornings. I immediatly changed and splashed water on my hair to look half decent.

"Goodmorning son," my Dad said with his deep and cheerful voice. "Goodmorning," I replied with a small smile. "You two eat fast. Your work is in ten minutes and by now you should know I am not the one who should control your schedule," Mother said. "Yes ma'am," my Dad said sending a soft chuckle.

I sit on the chair that is on the opposite side of my Dad's chair and quickly eat my food to get ready for work. Now, I know I should talk more about myself, but I promise, you will figure out everything step by step.

I step out from my family's small house with my Dad walking side by side. "How did you sleep?" he asked patting my back. I shrugged and said, "Great. Just great." adding some sarcastic tone to it. "Did you hear it too?" my Dad asked with concern. "Of course I do, who doesn't?" I asked with an accidental sass. He deeply sighed and continued walking, which always seemed forever in my opinion.

I looked around my broken neighborhood. Why us? Never do I forget the picture of the unpainted houses. Broken windows, bullet holes, cracked walls. The sound of children crying that is heard after a gun firing. The storms that crash like a wave and leave a lake of blood.

I take a deep breath and concentrate on today's task. Dad and I enter the big white building and are immediatly greeted by two town officers. "Show your cards please" one of them said with a demanding voice. I looked at my Dad who pulled out from his pocket two cards and gave them to the officer. He looked at us and started to inspect us. The same routine, every single day. "Pass" the officer said and we stepped in.

Where do I work again? I put on my jacket that had a tag on saying 'Lynch' and underneath it said 'Shedwood Industries'. "I'll see you at the end of the day," my Dad said. "Ok," I replied with a sigh. I silently walked to the room that said 'Packing' and grabbed the list of work I have to do. Great. Now as much as 'packing' sounds a lot of fun, that is really not my job.

I went to my corresponding room and started to divide recycling with trash. Before I knew, my eyes were closed by a pair of hands. "Guess who it is?" a cheerful female voice appeared behind my head. "Really Sydney?" I asked annoyed taking off her hands from my eyes. "Everytime, everyday." she replied. She took a sit beside me and started to do the same thing I was doing.

Sydney Mitchell. A 17 year old extravagant female that has a thing about cats and calls everyone a 'creature'. Blonde short hair that is always covered with a hat, and green-olive eyes that are always energetic. Surprisingly, she is one of the few people who understand me, because... not many people do.

After 3 hours of work, break time started. "Finally! This job seems endless," Sydney said loudly. "I couldn't agree more," I replied calmly. We walked to a big oak tree that was located behind the building and leaned on it. "Where is he?" she asked tapping her feet on the grass. We waited a while and a figure came out of the building. "Hey guys," Montello said waving at us.

Ricky Montello. A 19 year old Italian guy who loves videogames and music. He is mostly known as just Montello. Black hair that is always made perfectly and a body that apparently all girls fall for. Montello's family is really known, because of the money they have in their banks. Technically they could buy the whole town of Shedwood.

"Hi!" Sydney said with her cheerful voice. I waved back at Ricky and sent a soft smile. "What's up?" he asked. "You know the same thing, work is not my specialty," Sydney said rolling her eyes in annoyance. I found myself chuckle for a moment. After that, Sydney and Ricky started to chat while I transported into my little world.

It's not that I am always left alone and no one pays attention to me, it's just I prefer to be left alone. Sydney and Ricky always have known that since I came here, but some people still don't understand that. Society this days would think I am alone, but I always like to think I am simply an independent person. An independent person who lives in pain...