Holes in my Life

Chapter 2

  Before you leave this book for good in disgust on the fact you think this is how I have lived my whole life, just stay a little longer.
  No, I have not been like this for long. Even if the walk through the snow felt longer then an hour, but I had what you would think would be a good life. A roof over my head, a mother and father who were madly in love as they were when they were younger. And the best thing was, I was enrolled into a public school, the smartest in the class. Yet what was the reason I was in this mess? And yet that I was still figuring out myself. Sounds weird, I know, but you would either if you were me. I was in my room, sleeping as best as I could as a light sleeper and... boom. A man had shot my mom in the shoulder and he had thrown me in a bag. Then he dragged my worthless body across my house, out into the blizzard, and into his truck. How did me and that same man get stuck in trudging through an inch of snow? Doesn't matter.
  Anyways what I am trying to get at is I don't know why that man chose our house to come in, why he chose me to kidnap, or why he had shot my mom in the shoulder. That is why I was still trying to figure things out. The man didn't seem like he had any demads, just seemed like he was making me walk in the snow to where he planned to kill me. But why did he want to kill me? Was he mental? Was I connected to him in some way I don't remember? For all I know, this man doesn't have a motive but to watch my blood spill.
  My charecter isn't inportant, and as you read this hurried jumble I call writing about my experience, just know that I am most likely dead by now. Brutaly killed in this isolated cabin that this man has brought me to. And yet if I am not dead, don't find me. I don't want to be found. I don't want attetion. I don't want to see the outside world. I want to be cut off, becuase as fantastic as my life may have seemed, it was a lie. A facade. A joke.