Outcast

Prologue

       Never in my whole existence had I thought this would happen to me. I had the perfect life, family, friends, the perfect girlfriend. My mom was kind-hearted. My dad had a stable job. My older brothers, now they were the problem. The drugs they did caused our family to disintegrate. It was like my world came crashing down all at once, like the world I knew just vanished before me in a span of the day.

        Ben and Jack were their names, and their drug lord, Kenny. I woke up one morning thinking it was a normal day, at least that's what I thought. Went to school having all honours classes and straight A's. The teachers loved me, giving me extra time to do projects. Not that I needed it. It was perfect, everything you could've asked for. The day went on. I was just waiting in anticipation, to go home to my family after a long day of learning.

      I went home to an empty house, my parents working and my brother's out doing God knows what.

       Maybe it was God's cruel way of telling me it was game over.

        I thought it was a joke, a cruel humorless joke. I thought the officer would burst into a laughing fit, telling me it was all a ruse; that whatever he was saying was all some prank made up by my parents. But of course reality wasn't that nice.

        After that day, the day that my life would become some useless piece of trash. Like the dirt you wipe off of the bottom of your shoe because no one wanted it. No one wanted me.

         Just like that everything I ever had. Down the drain. The officer's voice still rang in my head, his words dripping of like wax of a candle. Those words, clear as day.

"I'm sorry kid. They died in a hit and run, killed on the spot."

       I remember falling to my knees thinking I lost everything. Little did I know that just a couple hours later, another phone call would land me here. In a cold, dark grave yard; staring at four tombstones.

Andrew Hemmings: R.I.P 1956-2015

Liz Hemmings: R.I.P 1958-2015

Ben Hemmings: R.I.P 1991-2015

Jack Hemmings: R.I.P 1990-2015

      God, oh how I wish that this was just a dream. That I would wake up in my bed to the sound of Green Day's 21 Guns blaring through my alarm. I would slip in my lip piercing and run down the stairs to find breakfast and a cute note from my mom telling me that she left for work with my dad.

        I shook my head, trying to clear the scarring memories. It's been 2 years since that happened and I still think about it every day. I kept thinking what it would be like if the life I knew didn't disappear. Would my parents still be here? Would Ben and Jack ever clean up their act?

       I walked away from the cemetery, not looking back because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it together if I saw what was left of my family; four gravestones. I really don't know if this could be called a life now, and I know for a fact it isn't.