Summary: HotStreak has finally been pushed too far. After being let out of jail and returning home, he learns that there is nothing to live for. But he needs to put that to the test. So he writes a note to someone he trusts, a note about how he is giving up on life and the real reason he lives the way he does. It's that simple.
Psycho Chan's Note: Okay…here this goes. I thought this could be a really cute story if I work on it…a lot. Twitter Chan would kill me if I didn't make it cute. It all depends on how you people respond actually. I'll write this out and then depending on your reviews I'll add other chapters. But it all depends on reviews to be honest. I hope yous like it or my girlfriend will kill me…or brutally beat me. And I'm quite partial to things without the word brutal in them. Hope you like this.
Written Words, Hidden Truth
Hey Hawkins, it's Francis. You don't have to read this but this way when you see me on the news you'll know why I did it. I don't trust anyone else with this information. All I'm asking you to do is read this. A quick overview of my life so you know why I act the way I do. So I guess I'll apologize ahead of time. Trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed and was not worth the shit I had to hide. I cannot explain the things I say or do but I can try. That's all I can do.
When my mother cheated my father he went crazy. He became a drunk to put it simply. Then he grew an ugly side. He took my virginity at seven…and has been raping me several times a night since then. Then by the age of ten he started renting my body out to his drunk friends. The bruises and scars on my body are from them when I say no.
Not from my fighting with others.
All I'm useful for now is sex. And I don't even get a say in it. I get more clients now because of my fuckin' powers. I even get fucked by two men while I'm forced to suck another off. I'm sick of my life if you can even call it that. I'm not wanted anywhere. I can't hold on anymore when I'm stretched so thin. I can't rely on myself so I'm trusting you, you can stop this. Stop this choice I'm making. I can't hold on anymore, it's just too much to take. If I hide my pride and let this go on then he'll take more of me 'till everything is gone.
Part of me will never go away, I have no control over it. I want to cut it out of me and just live with a gaping hole. I never asked for my troubles but I ask that you'll listen. All I want is to be understood and not live a lie, even if it's only one person. I hang my head low because this is all apart of me. I am a prostitute, a sex toy and a punching bag, but only to you. To everyone else I'm an asshole with no future. I'd rather be an asshole than some one who's weak.
Every night I get new scars to cover the old ones. But now I'm sick of it. I can't stand the sandpaper thoughts that are grinding away my sanity. I rather not even be the man who stares at me in the fuckin mirror. So now while you're reading this I will cut myself free from this, so I can stop what's slowly killing me. Freedom can be frightening when you've never felt it before. So I'm ending my suffering before tomorrow, I just wanted one person to know the real me. I just hope my next life is better than this one.
Wish me luck Virgil. It's my final request.