CODE RED (Book 1)

When It All Started

When It All Started- 1( PART 1)

I always thought that there was a way out of things without much thought, But I soon found out that theory was wrong. I was only 17 at the time. It was my age at this point in time that I was completely oblivious to what was going on around me until it was too late.

I wasn't the type to just be dumb about things, but when it came the time my mind just seemed to leave it's existents some where else, leaving a hollow minded idiot behind, I was talking about myself. I used to think that there would be a way out of this life, the torture, the pain and the hatred, but I was way wrong or so I thought. My dad made a BIG mistake of what he did that night, and it affected me to an extent where I lost myself, and did terrible things as well.

I was losing hope I could feel it straining my gut tightly everyday until I finally gave up like I should have done a long time ago. The edge of the tall building was just one step away and then I would fall to my death.

But of course fate seemed to give me another chance, me of all people I didn't understand how I deserved that. A man who was intimidatingly smart walked into my life seeming to piss me off at what ever he did. He was a high class policeman/detective the top out of his superiors. He was strikingly handsome, lean chested, but with a strict attitude that I wanted to make angry every time just to let him know I never liked him for stopping me from dying, But I was forced to stay with such a person after a terrible incident happened at home one day.

Guess you could say I was blamed for it, for not being there for my mother. She died that day and despite my outlook towards her I cared even though I never showed it. . .I cared. A lot. I miss her. But there was nothing I could do, saying goes...you don't know what you got until it's gone, I found that out the hard way. My Undying Truth showed me something that day that would change my life forever not only into a different person but for the better.

My story begins slow but it gets tougher by day and night and how I met him, Yogi Cosmino, a man who eventually stole my heart- the bad boy which was me was in for a ride of a life time, My name is Gareki Igarashi and here's my story of how I survived because of Yogi being by my side.

I'll start from the beginning...When it all started. Back in my junior year when everything seemed...dark... but some how seemed bright thanks to a boy named Alex Thorne.

1 Year Ago...

I stood in the bathroom. Door locked and one of my tattooed arms over the sink leaking a red substance. It covered the inside of the sink mostly. I breathed in a steady breath as I leaned the sharp knife with a shaky hand closer to my wrist once again making the plunge of pain sink in with a sheering pain in another area of my left arm.

I shut my mouth. ... Tightly. Hard enough my jaw hurt but that wasn't enough to keep the tiny yelp from coming out, I cut myself harder just for making the stupid noise and quickly pulled away the kitchen utensil.

I dropped the object unable to hold it with my shaking hand any longer. I had done this more then one time but the shock from it still sent chills down my spine. I grabbed a hold of the sinks edge with both of my hands and ignored the pain in my wrist from my left bare arm.

I took in steady breaths as I focused my blue-grey eyes on the figure standing in the mirror. Messy black hair and a pale face belonging to a 17 year old teenage boy.

I tried not to mention the tears in my eyes and the red puffy face but it was out there already so I didn't find a point of hiding it. I cleaned up the bloody mess I made and returned the now clean knife back into the kitchen into it's rightful place.

I climbed the stairs quietly, trying not to wake my parents in the room to the right of the stair case. I walked to my room and shut the door behind me. Climbing into my bed I covered myself mostly with the cover to conceal myself. It was hard to sleep but I soon found the darkness consuming me.