My Life Without My Sunglasses
Chapter 1: The Story of my Life
People say that I have no weakness. I have to tell you that what they say is not exactly true. I do have some weaknesses. What I am about to tell you is not to be read by any of my enimies.
I MEAN IT RYAN, IF I FIND OUT THIS GETS LINKED TO THE MEDIA YOU WON'T ONLY BE FIRED, BUT I WILL PERSONALLY RUN YOU OVER WITH MY CAR MYSELF. I CAN ALSO MAKE SURE THAT THE ACCIDENT IS IN NO WAY CONNECTED TO ME AT ALL. SO WATCH YOURSELF.
Now baack to what I was saying. I do have a weakness. I am sworn to my job in every way possible. I am to protect the innocent and track down the killers of the people who weren't so lucky. I am to protect the ones that I love and care about.
ERIC FOR THE LAST TOME I AM SORRY THAT YOUR SISTER WAS KILLED. IT WASN'T MY FAULT.
But this story is not about the people that I love and care about. This is a story about an object that I keep with me at all times. No I'm not talking about my gun. I'm talkin gabout my sunglasses. My precious, presious sunglasses. I remember the first day I got those sunglasses. It was a cold, snowy day in new York City and I had just turned 10 years old. I was walkin gdown the street and I saw a strange looking man selling things on the side of the road. Why he was selling things on the side of the road I never thought about until now, but it would certainly explain why he took off on the cops and why the cops chased after him shooting their guns at him. But enough about him for right now.
Okay, enough about the strange, creepy guy. Anyway, he was selling things on the side of the road in some sort of cardboard box. I was looking through the box and don't get me wrong there were some really cool things inside the box. Things like some wallets, fake ID's gold rings, a list filled with organs from the black market, but there was something else in the box that I really, really liked. It was a pair of really cool sunglasses. I remember asking the man how much they cost.
"How much you got?" he said.
I looked through my wallet and pulled out $10. He took the mony and gave me the sunglasses. Ever since that day they had never left my side. Until just recently.