CHAPTER TWO;
DARK SECRETS -
Hey, my name's Lucas, and I shouldn't introduce myself.....You'll grow to hate me.I was an ordinary boy......
Until I moved in with my stepfather. Once, along time ago, I had a family. Hard to believe? We all had a joyful and jubilant life, everyone of us was filled with happiness and laughter, and every Christmas from what my terrible memory recalls, was that we had given each other the same gift almost. Where's this leading you wonder?
Just wait and see.....
And that Christmas was amazing. I mean, yeah sure, we all received the same gift from each other; a chocolate santa Claus. But what really mattered, was the thought and matter it gave to us, the joy and not melancholy we gained.
But after that fateful Christmas day, approximately three days later, on the twenty eighth day of December, my childhood had shattered into tiny glass shards......
My mother and father had been into a car accident, a horrific one. Their blood was found splattered over across the canvas of the seats, along with my sister's clean and crystal - like liquid........
While I was left alone, with the neighbor, watching some sort of gameshow. Some would even say, that it was a good idea for me to have stayed behind at the house, while my family had gone out. After all, if I went with them in the car, I would not be here today filling you with my dark secrets and unforgettable painful and disastrous memories.
But while I was left alone, I was not aware that after the sudden incident, my neighbour would be moving in to my house, and taking full responsibility of my pitfull life. Where my freedom would be taken away from me, and yet it still shocks me today.
Why did I have a pitfull life you ask?
Well because maybe I still have one today, and this is why:
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Hello thereee
Chapters from here on onwards, will no longer be short! I'm so glad to get the short and stupid ones over and done with.
I'm also sorry if there's spelling mistakes, I do appreciate constructive criticism.
Anyway, have a nice morning/evening/day wherever you are in the world!
Stay classy!
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Suicidal
Novela Juvenil"Our image of love is based on books and films, basically fiction. That we accept more than to be expected. So how do we know what love is? For all we know, love could be another word for pain. " When two innocent boys come into Lara's life, they co...
