Aeron House: Dear Nicky

I Found You.

I have found you. Or is it the other way around? Have you found me? Well, whoever you are, we have found each other. Since I have no desire to really care who are, I'll simply be calling you Nicky. My caretaker believes its best to have a diary or journal as he says I'm lonely.

Honestly I don't really care about being lonely. But maybe talking to someone would be best. Maybe you could understand me. Yeah, I know that sounded so horribly cheesy. But in my predicament, you'll understand why. Why not let me introduce myself?

My name is Nasir. I am an orphan since I was 5. My parents were murdered and my house was lit on fire. Police still cannot find the perpetrator who was at fault. I had no remaining family, not until Michael took me in. At first, it was just Michael and his son Adam. Adam is unstable and stays in his room all day for his safety. He can't handle society. But it's not about him, not yet. When I was 7, Michael took in Alekai Alexander, we just call him Ale for short. Anyways, Ale was 6 when he came. His parents gave him up for having bad social skills, and they were too busy working at Wallstreet to care for him properly. When I was 10, Cain and Isabella came when he was 13 and she was 4. Since then we've been together. They are all like my siblings, but yet somehow I still feel alone.

Being surrounded by people and still feeling alone is hard. It makes you go berserk. Like a dog having no connection with a human and becoming aggressive every time someone tried to pet it. That's how I felt. Like a stray dog. Out in the cold rain, scavenging to survive and fighting every time I felt threatened. Running from those who tried to put me in the pound.

Sorry, I got carried away there. You'll understand that sooner or later. So lets just begin, shall we? Welcome to my life Nicky, there's no escape from it once you turn the page...

...This is your last chance to close this  journal and walk away. Never return, pretend like none of this happened, because once you start reading and getting to know me you can't leave. You won't leave. No running away from me, trust me, many have tried running. And all of them fail...