its hard to live with the fact that you're a murderer. it's even harder to live with the fact of killing your own parents. he thought that moving to different places would make his life a little less hard. but you cant run away from the truth. all he has to do is keep that secret locked up in that stone cold heart.
rick had always wondered what happend on that night. but his life is different to every other 19 year old. things... strange things happen even when he doesn't want them to.
he stops thinking about it when he feels a cold hand tap his shoulder. he feels his heart stop for a small moment. rick remembers were he is. the bartender asks once again.." what would you like sir" rick answered his is icy voice..."the usual". the bartender shivers and quickly turns round and starts rattling bottles and produces a blue liquid. rick nods and slowly gulps down the unearthly looking liquid. as he does so someone enters the var with heavy footsteps. rick stops and slowly closes his eyes and listens to his surroundings.
