A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

Poor Edgy Boi But At Least I Wrote Something That's Not Complete Bullshit

"Start writing here: 'I was sitting in the courtyard with my family when we heard the gunfire.'"

sneak peek at a new story I'm writing ig

Edge's pov

he's talking as a teenager/young adult about a time when he was seven or something idk yet

I was sitting in the courtyard with my family when we heard the gunfire.

There was me, my twin sister Fairy, my older brother Holiday, and my parents.

I loved my siblings, and they were my closest friends. We did everything together, told each other everything, and there was nothing we didn't know about each other.

My parents, on the other hand, can't stand me.

They used to love me, but after...

Anyway my parents were having a discussion with each other, so my siblings and I were sitting on the ground making up songs.

Then the gunfire started.

We all threw ourselves to the ground, just as we'd been taught, except I was a bit slower courtesy of the ache from the previous night's wounds, still angry and red against my back under my shirt.

My parents used English most of the time so that we children would pick it up faster, but in the moment's panic, they spoke to each other in rapid Japanese.

Of course, Japanese was our first language, and we could understand everything they were saying. It was too loud to hear them, though.

My mother grabbed Holiday's hand, then stood in front of him. My father threw himself in front of Fairy, and now only I was left out in the open.

Right in the path of our rival mafia.

Oh, did I forget to mention that?

How silly of me. My parents are the heads of the Holy Mafia, the most powerful mafia in Japan.

Our rivals hail from Finland, which makes it rather odd that we're rivals at all. Mafias from different countries? We still can't stand each other.

My parents guarded my siblings, guns aimed at the opposition.

I sat up.

I looked up.

Right into someone's gun.

They didn't shoot me.

I blinked.

I blinked again.

I should've been dead by then.

They should've shot me.

Maybe they saw the subtle wince in my movements, maybe they got a peek under my shirt.

The initial gunfire that had disturbed us hadn't hurt anyone, only a few charred dents in the concrete.

It was silent, except for wind humming softly through leaves.

Someone tied my hands behind me, then picked me up.

They put me in the backseat of one of their cars.

They drove me away, all the way to Finland.

As initiation, they pierced my left ear, two silver studs. They gave me a pair of thin red wristbands, further accepting me as one of them.

Through it all, I never resisted my capture.

Sure, I was a child, and that's probably why I didn't fight it, but my parents didn't fight it either...

blehhh I hate writing in first person

brings back memories old cringe fics I wrote in first person

anyway poor Edgy boi give him hugs pls