Chapter 1: The Lost Soul

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It was saturday in the afternoon. When suddenly a car passes by crazily burning rubber, there was gun shots and everyone was scared. Vroom. The car leaves. Nobody ever found out why that car came and made a drive-by.
However, I wish that man had died.
"Ahhh!!" My grandpa screams
"Oh my God!!!!" I yell
"Somebody call any ambulence," shouts my sister. My grandpa had been shot in the stomach. I was scared half to death because my grandpa has been my life saver. I didnt want it be his time to die. The worst part was the fact that he had just saved me from an ass whooping.

One hour earlier

.BEEP. The game started. It is the finals and were going against the hardest team yet. My team (Olympus) was going against the undefeated team (Colton America). They pass me the ball and I take it and juke out three.players and I pass it to my teammate. But before I could do so the opposing team took it from my feet and gave their teammate a through-ball.
"Eddy get your fuckin head in the game," my dad yells at me. I nod my head and keep going. 40 minutes pass and I have been playing terrible. (If u know my parents, then playing bad bassicly means that I will die a horrible death when I come home) The ball is lost so I have to go get it when suddenly I get nutmegged by Peter my school friend.BEEP. The ref blows for half time.
When I get off the field my dad starts sreaming at me and slaps me across the face. My couch trys to interfere but fails to. After that I began to cry and thought to myself ; im going to kill myself.
We ended up losing the game by one goal. When we left my dad looked frustrated but I didnt bother asking him if we could go out to eat.

Back to the present

"Pls dont die!! God why do u have to punish my family like this," I screeched. My grandpa had calmed my dad down so he wouldnt beat me up. I was great full for that, but I felt as if It was my fault because if I didnt play bad he wouldnt have came over.
And every time I see his grave I cry and blame myself.
15 years later

But now I have decided to find that motherfucker who killed my grandpa. And I will slowley make him die so he could suffer like how I suffered when he killed my grandpa

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