Robert woke up and he looked outside of the window of the top of the garage of his parents house that he lived and he scratched his beard. It was ten years since he last shaved his beard. It was ten years since he did a lot of things. Snow was falling outside and it was cold but Roberts heart was also cold and so was his soul and so was the rest of his body but he didn't mind because he felt like a cold person.

"Ten years, Ray..." he quietly whispered to himself as he took another swig from the bottle of diet pepsi he had beside him. He gave up drinking alcoholic ten years ago. It was ten years since he did a lot of things. Robert was sad. He was sad as he looked out the window and he saw Deborah and her children walking from their house to their car to get in to it and go somewhere. He let out a sigh.

"Sigh".

He hadn't seen Deborah in ten years. He hadn't done much in ten years but drink soup and live in the room above the garage of his parents house. He looked at the torn up shreds of a poster of his once favorite singer, Robert Marley. The Rastafarian colors bled into Roberts heart and he began to shed tears big heavy tears tears that could fill an ocean because Robert was a big person and therefore he had big tears falling out of his big eyes.

"robert, i am mom let me come up."

He hadn't talken to his mom in ten years. It had been ten years since he did a lot of things.

"mom no let me be alone i am sad" Robert replied as he stared out the window at the car deborah was slowly driving away with her new husband, the janitor from scrubs.

"TEN YEARS RAY" robert scramed at the top of his lunges.

ten years ago robert had got a gun and shot ray. it was part of his duty as a police ocifer to protect the public and ray had a stick of pot he was smokaing. ray said it was col and that robert shuld try it. robart sed no and shot him the face. he was reawdedd the gold staleon, the highest metal a polic oficer could receive. but my brother he ded robert said and they said youd id a good job.

TO BE CONITNUES