"Why the hell would you do this to us?! Are you screwed in the head?!"
"Javier, it wasn't me! I swear on my-"
"BULLSHIT! NO ONE'S GONNA BUY YOUR BULLSHIT STORY! MOM AND DAD HAD BEGAN TO PRETEND YOU NEVER EXISTED!" Javier shouted at me.
"I-I'm sorry." I said with a crack in my voice, god am I gonna cry?
"You're no longer a Gonzalez, you're no longer my little brother. You're a sick twisted psychopath, I hope you rot in hell." Javier says as he leaves.
"NO! DON'T GO! PLEASE, LET ME EXPLAIN MYSELF!" I yelled at the top of my lungs before breaking down, why had no one believed me...
"Mike! Are you ok? Wake up." A voice came from the distance, I awoke in bed and the voice was Nick himself.
"Y-yeah I'll be fine..." I said with a hint of sadness, my last interaction with my family turned into a nightmare, one that plagues my mind and my dreamworld.
"You don't look fine, my friend. I came in to wake you up, I see tears coming out and you mumbling in your sleep, what's been on your mind?" Nick asked curiously.
"Well it's my family..it hurts me to remember my last interaction with them..I just don't know why it..keeps playing in my mind.."
"Hey, It's ok to grieve about it, I mean your whole family went against you and not with you. I mean you're still a kid mike, you and your friends shouldn't have to go through this journey of hell." Nick said.
"It's ok, I can manage myself despite me still growing. I'm practically an adult by now, I saw death and violence, I felt the pain of bullets and the terrified feeling of watching someone die quickly." I said.
We sat there in silence, Nick's right that I am still a kid, I'm not even eighteen years old and yet I've been involved in gunfights and violence.
"You shouldn't have to go through that, your family should have tried to listen and support you. However, it's something that we cannot change."
"I understand Nick, I'm mentally ready for anything with you guys, I don't need to worry about my family anymore, they have already moved on." I said.
"I know we're not family but you can come to me for any support, ok?"
"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."
We got to prepare for the day, I can't stop thinking about what Nick said, he's right that I'm a kid and I'm only fourteen. However I need to be mentally strong, I can't rely on them forever, they need me to be there when they are in a shootout.
"Alright so what's the mission?" I ask as we get ready to head out.
"The mission is that we go meet someone, They say that they're gonna be a good chunk of the plan." Said arthur.
"What's the plan anyway?" Tom asked
"The plan is something that they haven't discussed with us yet, however I'm sure that they're gonna get around to discussing it and how it would help with all of us."
We were in the state of Indiana, Mr. Torvac said that we were to meet some people in the written address he gave us. We were driving on our way over there, I saw a glimpse of Penelope and Henry?
"Huh? Guys, it's Henry and Penelope! Why are they there?" I point out
"What do you mean? I see no one there." Said tom
"What? Can't you...nevermind it's probably me imagining things.." I said, I know I saw them or it might have been just me hallucinating there for a bit. I think I'm going a bit mad, seeing all those dead bodies, maybe I should request a day off.
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An Immoral Beginning
TerrorMarcus Gonzalez, a normal teen with a normal life. Something however, is beginning to take effect as he gets sucked into it as well as his friends. Where his journey shines a new light on the morals of life, to make the decision that weighs heavily...
