AN: This is my first fanfic and I already have some chapters ready I just want to know if anypony wants me to continue.
Prologue
My parents are dead. This happened 5 years ago, when I turned 9 years old. It started when we came home after celebrating my birthday by going out to eat. We had arrived late at night because of traffic.
My dad got out of the car to unlock the front door so we could get in the house. Unfortunately, while my mom was helping me out of the car, we heard a loud 'bang' and I saw my father drop to the ground not moving with a bullet hole in his head. Blood trickling down the left side of his head.
"Mom, is dad ok?" I said knowing my father had been killed.
"No he isn't." My mom replied trembling and crying because her husband was dead. She then closed the car door that I was about to get out of, while a man with dark clothing and a ski mask walked out. He pointed the gun that killed my father now at the new target, my mom.
'Bang' was the sound that killed my mother and father. The man clearly did not see me in the car. Probably do to the tinted glass. I saw the man who killed my parents make a break for it, but was stopped by the police cars that surrounded him.
He started firing his gun at them, none of the shots hitting their mark. The police men then started getting out and firing their tazers, shocking the murderer with electricity. After the man was hand cuffed I began to bang on the glass of the car with my fist.
A police man noticed this and ordered the others to come with him. They opened the door and looked at me with sadness.
"Sorry about your parents kid. We didn't arrive fast enough to save them." One of them said and the others began to apologize as well. I never accepted any of them.
-Chapter 1-
'5 years later and I am already on my sixth set of foster parents'. I thought to myself. My name is Trenton Davis and I am 14. I have been rejected a lot. Bullied at school, and hated at home. It was a hard life.
My only friends were the sun and the moon. My third foster parents found me talking to the sun one day and called the mental hospital. They took me away from my third foster parents and I never saw them again.
I tried having a pet. When I would get near it, it would try to bite me or run away.
Right now I was sitting in a car being driven to the place my new foster parents would pick me up. That would never happen though. Because I was going to run away as soon as this car stopped. I had everything ready. Which was basically nothing but me and the clothes on my back.
The car then stopped at the traffic light, and I got out of the car.
"Haha, fuck you!" I shouted at the driver as I ran. I heard the faint swearing of the driver as I made it into a neighborhood. I had stopped for a moment to let a car pass by. Strangly, it didn't pass by, but pulled up beside me instead. The car door opened as I blacked out. The last thing I saw was black and white.