For the record, this is my second attempt at writing. I hope you like it :D
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Waking up to the sound of gunfire isn't an unusual event where I come from. My name is Andy Sullivan. I live on the far side of a small town called Hosterm. It's not a beauty. There are no lawns, clean houses, or nice cars. Everybody seems to be involved in crimes too.
The reason I live here is because I have no where else to go. My parents died of AIDS last year. So I now live alone in an old abandoned shack. Around these parts, if you don't talk to anybody you won't be bothered.
My regular day is to avoid being killed by gangsters. I stay in shelter untill the coast is clear. What I eat is just bread I get from the bakery for sympathy. I have no money, and I'm not old enough to get a job.
I don't know what I did to deserve any of this, but I learned to deal with the situation. I'm what people here call a 'scavenger.' Whenever I see anything edible, I eat it no matter what it is. If it involves roadkill, bugs, even dead bodies, I need to eat it. It's an opportunistic lifestyle that people don't find appealing.
I used to be a bit rebelious before my parents died. Always trying to be different. I was also a bit of a trouble maker too. Now that i lost everything, I just want a second chance. Nobody should deserve living like this.
I'm well eductated too. I wish I would be let back in school. When I found out my parents died, I brought a gun to school. I would've made it a shooting except for the fact that they caught me. They expelled me.
So now I just wait for something good to happen. Hopefully, someone who gives a shit about orphans will find me and adopt me. I would go to an orphanage if there were one. I miss having a family.
Today was just a regular day as any other. I went out looking for something to at least stop the pain in my stomach from hunger. When I came home, there was something strange. There was a man waiting outside on my doorstep. He was well dressed and appeared to be a bussiness man.
I went up to him and asked,"Are you looking for me?" He answered,"That depends. Are you Andy Sullivan?" "Yes I am." , I answered. "Well let me introduce myself. My name is Frank Osbourne. I'll be taking custody of you. I'm going to be your new father."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wish had become a reality. I ran to him and hugged him. I had needed one for a long time. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!", I exclaimed. It appeared as if my life wouldn't be such a piece of shit after all.
I packed my things which were only a pair of torn clothing and my parent's ashes. I walked with him toward his car. My heart was pounding with excitement. I got in and stayed silent the entire ride
As we were arriving, I saw a beautiful house in the distance. I was astonished by what I saw. It was better than my parents' house. It was a two story house with a huge field behind it. The grass was lime green, it smelled fresh, and I was ready for a new life.
Frank said," Follow me this way." I did as I was told. I curiously followed him into the house and I was speechless. I kept on pursuing him, we went up the stairs. He lead me to a door. I noticed that the lock was outside of it.
He told me,"This will be your room." He spoke in a strange tone that I found a bit creepy. He added,"I hope you enjoy staying here.", and gave me a strange smile. I laughed and thought he was playing around with me. I entered my new room, but when I did I heard a 'click'.
I quickly turned around and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. I heard an evil laugh behind the door."Why are you doing this?", I cried. I heard no answer. It was then that I realized that my situation had gotten worse.
I scanned the room for any way of escaping. It was a small windowless area, so I gave up trying to find an exit. I began to panic. I layed on the bed analyzing the posibilities of what could happen. I felt a bump under me. I took a peek under the bed and to my suprise, I saw a rotting corpse.
I gasped in shock. It wasn't the first time I had seen a dead body, but this one was completely mutilated. The stomach was ripped open and the organs were sticking out, the eye balls were out of their sockets, and the head was partially severed. That's when I knew I'd be dead in no time.
There was no way to escape. I never would've guessed that Mr.Ousborne (if that is his real name) was a serial killer. He looked like a kind man. My hopes were brought down. I heard the door unlocking.
Mr.Ousborne walked into the room holding a knife. "I am going to have lots of fun killing you. The last one was a bunch of joy. I love hearing him scream for mercy. Lets hope you do the same."
He began to approach me. I tried to run, but he grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me toward him. "Lets have some fun shall we?" He cut my arm. I felt a sharp stinging pain as the knife went through my flesh. I shrieked in pain. He then pushed me to the ground. I layed on the floor with a bloody right arm. To ensure me not leaving, he stabbed me through the hand and stuck the knife on the floor.
I cried in pain. It was the worst thing posibly imaginable. My arm was covered in blood. I was pinned to the ground and I didn't make an effort to move.
