CHAPTER 1

Seattle Akomish Reservation
Delsin

I sat cross-legged in front of the large billboard I had painted. I looked up with squinted eyes as the sun beamed across Reggie's spray-painted face. Memories twisted in mind. It was almost like a t.v. and as I remembered each an every memory, it hurts more and more. Reality, the guilt, and the sadness was like a knife that stabbed me in my heart. Some good old times were replaced with evil thoughts that yell and scream at me, telling me he's goneand it's all your fault!

My eyes slid towards the painting of Reg and I together. It began to distort and blur as I felt my eyes water up. I leaned my face into the palms of my hands and sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Reg. I-I want you here!" I pleaded. Hot tears leaked out between my slim fingers. I don't wanna feel this pain anymore, I didn't ask for it. What I really ask is a death wish.

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"Delsin, your phone is ringing!" Betty shouted. I blinked and found myself looking at my reflection through a bowl of fish stew. The steam of the liquid food began to make nose run, but the reek of the fish made me lose my appetite. My jean pocket was vibrating. I sighed and reached in to grab my small cellphone. I glanced at the screen. Eugene. I picked up, "Eugene, what in the-"

"Delsin, I need you to come meet me over here." He interrupted me. He spoke in a quick, panicky voice. I suspected it was another fail attempt in getting a girlfriend."Eugene, what did you do? Did Anna already have a boyfriend, which is probably hunting you down like right about now?"

There was silence from him.

"Uh-Ah... Maybe," He stuttered, "But, that's not the case. Get over here now. You really need to see this, dude."

"This better be good." I replied and hung up.

"Any trouble, dear?" Betty asked, turning away from the stove. She used the white washcloth to dab the beads of sweat off her wrinkled forehead.

"Yep, it's Eugene... Again." I said, getting up from my seat.

She chuckled, "Well, you just be careful out there, then. Okay?"

"Alright," I gave a crooked smile as I adjusted my denim vest over my shoulders, "Later, Betty."