This ideas been in my head for ages and giving me headaches for not putting it down. Ill do the first chapter, and then if I get a couple of reviews, I might continue it. But I'll write the documents anyways. So as soon as I reach 10 reviews for this story, Ill add all the other chapters that I have all ready written on... Anyways, heres the story...

One drop of sweat fell from my face onto the dagger, making the hardened blood on it start to dissolve. The dagger was like me - a hardened criminal, his pain washed away from other peoples tears. But what was the point of thinking, or feeling? All I know now is how to act. But I just cant bring myself to use the knife. Yes, I act all brave and mighty, but when it comes to killing myself, why do I have no courage?

Why would I want to kill myself? That question is still bugging me, knawing away at my mind. But knowing what I have done, I deserve no reason to live. There is no place in a world like mine for a creature like me. I was born into this world and loved, a perfect citizen. But what happened from that moment onwards changed me. All because of my parents.

I lifted the dagger once again, as high as I could possibly reach, and my whole life started to flash before my eyes. So I closed my eyes, and plunged the dagger down into my heart.

I opened the door and skipped out happily, my violin case bouncing happliy against my leg. The final words of my music teacher echoed around in my head.

"Your such a talented student Lee. You are getting better every time I see you! Ill teach you a new song next week, as a reward for all the practicing that you have done!"

"Thankyou heaps!" I had replied, and skipped away to find my mum.

Looking from a distance, an observer would see a small boy of around the age of 4 skip down a long driveway in the setting sun with an instrument case in his hand. The boy had black hair, big eyebrows and a heart full of joy and love. He was wearing a small green t-shirt and green boardshorts. He had yellow socks and blue runners. But the observer would also see that there was no car waiting at the end of the driveway, like the little boy suspected.

Continuing to observe, they see the boy reach the end of the driveway and step onto the road as the electric gate closes behind him. He looks both ways before crossing the street to sit on a park bench to wait for his mum. But the observer would have to wait forever for the mother of the boy, for she never showedup, and probably never will. So there is no longer need for an observer - only a need for a guardian angel to look after the poor kid. You are that angel.

I sat on the bench for around one hour before I realised that my mum wasnt coming any time soon. So I crossed the road again and knocked on my music teachers front door. But there was no reply. So I decided to walk home. I could probably do it, because I was Rock Lee. So I walked. A few minutes later, I ran into someone.

"Arent you a little young to go running around the streets on your own?" The man asked. I looked at him blankly, for my mum had warned me not to talk to strangers. He took out a knife, and said,

"Its not safe for little kids. There might me kidnappers out here." And he leapt at me with the knife. I was frozen to the spot. I couldnt move. I stared on in sheer terror as the knife drew closer to my heart.

You see that the boy does not move. His legs knock together in fear and his mouth is wide open. You are angry at the man. You cant let the boy die, or the man live. So you do the only thing possible.

The man fell over backwards, the knife clattering uselessly to the ground. I heard a voice inside my head.

"Use the knife, or else you will die," It was not my own voice, but I knew that it spoke the truth. For any little kid, the prospect of dying is even worse then the prospect of killing, so I picked up the knife and advanced towards the man. I plunged it deep down into his heart, and withdrew it seconds later with blood glinting on the edge. It was then that I realised what I had done.

Tears started to slip down my face. I had killed someone. I had done it on my own, and did it in cold blood. And I was barely 5 years old! So I did the only thing that I could. I ran all the way home, not stopping once. But when I reached home, I had an even worse surprise.

All the windows and doors were boardered up, and the garden was trashed. I ran up to the front door and put my ear to it. I was about to shout out in joy as I heard my parents talking inside, but I had some instinct that told me to stay quiet.

"We really shoulnt leave him there like that, should we?"

"It was the only thing that we could have done."

"But are you sure that its right? He wasnt even five years old!"

"We dont need him though. We should just forget."

"And then what? Start afresh?"

"That was the original idea."

I couldnt bear to listen anymore as my hands tightened around the objects they were carrying. The violin. And the knife that I hadnt realised that I was still holding. I slid it into my violin case pocket, and ran away again. Shortly after that I lost consciousness.

You see the boy fall over in exhaustion. He was growing up quickly, and was pretty smart for a 4 year old boy. He didnt go running into the house, and he didnt leave his mark either. But he collapsed in a dangerous place. So you must move him. So you move him to a place where lots of poor people live. If he has enough sense, maybe he could...

I woke up in a completely different place to where I fell asleep. At least it looked that way because of the sunlight. I was on some sort of a street, and on the street were lots of people, and most of them looked like beggers. I knew that beggers where people who had no money, and relied on richer people for money so that they could eat and... Oh no! Looking at the beggers brought back the memories of last night. I was a begger too. I had no money, no friends or family. Wait, I did have one friend. My violin.

You watch the little boy take out his violin from his case, as many beggers watch him with interest. You had already visited them in their dreams and bid them to take care of Lee, and they promised that they will. But who can be too sure? You must stay with him at all times, for he can be unpredictable...

It was only after I unpacked my violin that I noticed that I had no idea what to play. I held my bow high, and then brought it down gracefully onto the lowest string. My fingers started to act on their own. I started to play a song that was way past my own level, yet my fingers never ceased to play. Hang on, I know this song. I let my fingers play on, and boy did they sound good! But it wasnt my normal playing, it was different. Sadder. As if the events from last night affected my music.

I played my heart out into the music. Peope stopped and stared at me, then started throwing little shiny rings at me. I flinched for a minute, until I realised that it was money. People actually like my music! So I played the whole day, never once letting my mind wonder. If it made other people happy, then It made me happy too.

Lee has been playing his violin every day now, for a couple of weeks. When he is ready, he will move on. But that shouldnt be for a while. First, he should develop his music skills, and then I will show him his future.

Did you like it? It is kinda like a pilot chapter, the next one will be better if I ever get around to it. Please review! Until I continue, please read my other story!