Note to Readers: The characters in this story are all claimed by ME! (unless otherwise noted) This story is a true story and is written in the Third-person. The names of characters have been change to protect the privacy of the persons involved. This story is written in the words of the person these events happened to and is limited to their perspective. Due to the graphic nature of this writing it is limited to Mature audiences for sexual content, brutality, language and frankness of speech and thoughts.
The early rays of dawn break through the dust of the desert upon the sleeping babe... Here lies the beginning of our story with young Michael... Michael Silversmith.
The early years consist of a blur of happy days and days full of joy and gaiety. Life was a simple and planned. Almost too good to be true. Michael wakes early for an head start on the day's activities of business and spare time.
Dale greets him half-heartedly but still recovering from the fatigue.
"hey, Mikey... why you up so early? i thought you didn't wake up until noon..."
"well i decided to get an early start... is that such a crime?"
Dale just drones off into the kitchen for the morning start. Its a dainty kitchen, just big enough to feed 3 people... and a family of roaches...
"Looks like our 'pets' fed themselves..." Dale calls from the fridge. Our "pets" being the little roach family that inhabit the small space we called 'home'.
"UUGHH..."
"Mom's calling you Mikey..."
"Hey! its your turn to see what she wants!"
Reluctantly Michael turns and trudges off into the back master bedroom to see what Jessi wanted from her sons.
"Get me another beer from the fridge..."
Michael whispers to himself, "where else would they be?..."
As the dim glow of the refridgerator illuminates the tanned complextion of his face, he reaches for the lukewarm Bud Light.
"She isn't going to be happy about this..."
"WHAT THE FUCK? I TOLD YOU TO GET ME A COLD BEER! HOW FUCKING HARD IS THAT TO DO? YOU FUCKING MORON!"
"The fridge is broken mom..."
"WHAT? THE FRIDGE IS BROKEN? WHAT THE FUCK! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
With that he turns and begins to walk to the door and on into the livingroom and glances at the front door.
Somehow, the feeling of running away always fancied him but he never acted upon it.
-Flashback Age:5-
Michael sits in an uncomfortable chair that seem to him came from the dinosaur age at this thing called a "funeral"
He didn't know why everyone was crying and saying "SHE'S GONE!"
Well his older sister was right there at the front of the room in a box. He thought to himself, "I guess they aren't looking hard enough or they are dummies..."
-Flashback Age:8-
He is again at another funeral but this time is about his "sai-ya" or "grandma."
He approaches the coffin at the front of the church and looks down on his sai-ya.
When Jessi sees this, she screams and nearly collapses but is caught before she can do more damage to herself.
He begins to wonder, "why is she crying so much?... that isn't sai-ya in there... its a stranger."
From behind him, he hears an older gentleman say this to him, "Things are going to be a lot different, now that she's gone.
-Present day Age:13-
Michael looks again to the door and wonders "If I left... would they miss me as much as sai-ya or sissy?"
It was then that he made the choice, the choice to make something of himself or die trying.
From here on out he knew that things were going on a path that he would not be able to control... at least not alone.