p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"Austin's POV/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emFlashback "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10. READY OR NOT HERE I COME. I'M GONNA FIND YOU AUSTIN". My dad yelled from downstairs. I tried my best to hold back my giggle. Me and daddy are playing 'hide and seek' and dare I say it, I'm pretty awesome at it. I heard some shuffling until I heard my bedroom door open. "Austin? I know you're in here" my dad mused. It took all my willpower not to burst out laughing. I was bracing myself for my dad to open the closet door until I heard a big crash.
"MIKE!" I heard my mom yell.
"AUSTIN! WHEREVER YOU ARE DO NOT COME OUT OF HIDING!" my dad screamed. Now, I was scared, not scared, terrified. Out of pure curiosity I peeked my head slightly out to see what was happening. I regret it, I wasn't ready to see what was about to happen. Outside, I saw my mom and dad huddled together in a corner, and I saw big guys, all dressed in black, with a gun in their hands.
"Please, we have a son. He needs us." my mom sobbed.
"Please" my dad whimpered. The big guys just laughed and shook their heads, and a smile was on their face. It wasn't a regular smile, it looked... twisted. They slowly took out the gun and pulled the trigger on it, then suddenly there was a big boom and my mom fell down, and my dad fell down with her, blood streaming out of both of their stomachs. The big men kept on pressing on the weird thing and every time my parents screamed, until it finally began to die down. My mum and dad looked they were in so much pain, and it made me cry, even when I tried to stop it from escaping my mouth.
"Did you hear that?" one of the guys said. "We should go" another suggested,and when they were about to leave the room, one of them said
"That was for not going along with our deal!" and they left. I crawled out of the cabinet and ran to my parents. "Mum?! Dad?!" I started too shake them, and my tears were starting too drip off my face onto their bloody bodies. The blood was beginning to stain my hands red, but I could've cared less.
"NO! PLEASE WAKE UP! don't leave me..."/em/p

p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emFlashback/em emends/em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"and that's when the police came. They took me away and dug my parents a grave. I remember that cruel day like it was yesterday even though, that happened when I was six. Now, 10 years later, I was released from the "Asylum" I like to call it(it was more like a mental rehabilitation unit) since I was stuck in a stage of traumatic shock. I've been put into foster homes, but no one wanted a crazy kid so they put me in this special foster home for the kids that have no chance for getting adopted. Actually, today will be first day. So lets get this story started.../p