As I sat in my room, eating, I thought about the last time I saw my parents -before that horrible day of the car crash.
We'd been on vacation and my dad had been driving. I was only 6 years old. My dad was talking to my mom very seriously by spelling out all the words so I couldn't know what they were saying. All of a sudden, a big semi-truck started to get a little close to our car. there was a big 'BANG!' and I passed out. When I finally woke up, I was at the hospital, and all of my limbs were in excruciating pain. when I recovered enough to speak, I cried and asked for my mommy and daddy to come back and get me. The doctor came in with a look on his face that told me that he was about to say something he didn't want to say, and said "Son, your parents aren't coming back." "untill when?" I asked. "Not now. Not ever." Now I live by myself and, as my parents will 'decreed', with an old butler named Jack Banner. He had taken care of mefor the past 6 years. he was kind and we were very close, but we both new we were never more than caretaker and child. I finished my food and went downstairs to ask Jack for help on my homework. I'd always been good with art, music and dance, although I didn't usually dance. when I found Jack he was sitting on the sofa. I asked him " Whats 3 to the power of 9 + 10 equal?" He didnt answer. I started getting the feeling someone was watching me. I got closer to Jack and realised the end of a knife was sticking out the back of the sofa. In shock, I looked behind me. there was a man in black with a gun pointed at me. " Hello, David Cahill. I have been waiting to kill you." he said, grinning crookedly. I gulped. there was definitly going to be a little 'scuffle' here.
Tell me what you think! will write more :D.
Please tell us why you'd like to report this post
"Whether it’s the world or a relationship, everything has its time...
…and everything must end.”