Post by recklessmatten on Sept 1, 2007 4:05:50 GMT -5
Reckless is walking through an empty, derelict street. Trash is littered all over the floors, rats crawling in every direction. Reckless stops in front of an empty shop. The windows are boarded up, posters stuck on them, all tattered and aged. Reckless rips one of the boards and climbs into the shop. He walks over to what looks like a message board. On it he finds a small picture of a boy and a man. Reckless then looks at another picture beside that one. Its of two boys, a women and a man.
There was never a time that i wanted everyone together again. Me, my brother, my father and my mother. Lets face it, that has no chance of happening. When i was four years old, i watched my mother kill my father. My mother was arrested and later died in prison. Me and my brother we sent away, but to different people. We were at opposite sides of America. Ever since that day, i had to survive.
Reckless drops the photos to the floor. He walks over to the boards and steps outside. He walks back down the street. He stops to tie his shoe lace up but stumbles across and old newspaper. Reckless sits down on the curb and reads the cover.
Sunday 17th August 1996, this small, happy town was destroyed by one single bolt of lightning. Families were evacuated as fire swept through shops and houses. Firefighters did all they could, but this one packed town, is now inhabitable. Since this incident nobody has come to this town. It is not know if anyone ever will. Men, women and children lost their lives and livelihood this day. It was a sad day for this once happy town.
Its hard reading this, knowing that i was away safe, and what families helped to build was gone in one second. But this, this was mearlly a fraction of what i have been though. For 10 years of my life, i never once stayed in the same place for long. I slept rough almost every night. I got beat up regularly and i couldnt fend for myself. I decided enough was enough. I started getting into little fights to earn money for food, and shelter.
Reckless drops the paper to the floor and carries on walking down the street. He reaches a wall that has a small hole at the bottom leading into a sewer. Reckless climbs down into it and stands looking at it.
For years me and a few homeless guys would come here and beat the crap out of each other just for a little off cut of some guys burger or a little cup of coffee just to keep us going for a few hours. It was not fun. Most of the time a guy ended up leaving and never came back. News spread fast and we were quickly found out and we were run out of here. That was the first time i thought to myself i need to change. For years i stayed the same. I was surviving.
Reckless climbs out and wipes his trousers off. He walks some more and stops by a broken bench. He sits down carefully. He looks over towards the burnt, fragile, empty street. He looks down. A tear falls from his eye. He wipes it away. He stands up and walks back towards the shop. He punches the boards and tears fall down his face again.
When i was 18 years old i nearly lost my life. A gang snuck up behind me and i got stabbed in the back. I was in a coma for months, i defied doctors and somehow, i survived. For 24 years of my life i have survived, one night will not make a difference. I can cope getting my assed kicked, blood spilling from my head and being torn apart. I know this because my whole life i have survived. A few hours is nothing compared to a lifetime.
Reckless walks away from the street and walks across a long empty field. He stops in the middle of the field. He looks up into the clouds a rain starts to fall. He falls onto his knees. He lets out a big scream. There is a large clap of thunder and the rain get harder. Reckless gets up and runs off into the distance.
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Here is Part one of my RP for SOTF part 2 is nearlly done and is much longer
There was never a time that i wanted everyone together again. Me, my brother, my father and my mother. Lets face it, that has no chance of happening. When i was four years old, i watched my mother kill my father. My mother was arrested and later died in prison. Me and my brother we sent away, but to different people. We were at opposite sides of America. Ever since that day, i had to survive.
Reckless drops the photos to the floor. He walks over to the boards and steps outside. He walks back down the street. He stops to tie his shoe lace up but stumbles across and old newspaper. Reckless sits down on the curb and reads the cover.
Sunday 17th August 1996, this small, happy town was destroyed by one single bolt of lightning. Families were evacuated as fire swept through shops and houses. Firefighters did all they could, but this one packed town, is now inhabitable. Since this incident nobody has come to this town. It is not know if anyone ever will. Men, women and children lost their lives and livelihood this day. It was a sad day for this once happy town.
Its hard reading this, knowing that i was away safe, and what families helped to build was gone in one second. But this, this was mearlly a fraction of what i have been though. For 10 years of my life, i never once stayed in the same place for long. I slept rough almost every night. I got beat up regularly and i couldnt fend for myself. I decided enough was enough. I started getting into little fights to earn money for food, and shelter.
Reckless drops the paper to the floor and carries on walking down the street. He reaches a wall that has a small hole at the bottom leading into a sewer. Reckless climbs down into it and stands looking at it.
For years me and a few homeless guys would come here and beat the crap out of each other just for a little off cut of some guys burger or a little cup of coffee just to keep us going for a few hours. It was not fun. Most of the time a guy ended up leaving and never came back. News spread fast and we were quickly found out and we were run out of here. That was the first time i thought to myself i need to change. For years i stayed the same. I was surviving.
Reckless climbs out and wipes his trousers off. He walks some more and stops by a broken bench. He sits down carefully. He looks over towards the burnt, fragile, empty street. He looks down. A tear falls from his eye. He wipes it away. He stands up and walks back towards the shop. He punches the boards and tears fall down his face again.
When i was 18 years old i nearly lost my life. A gang snuck up behind me and i got stabbed in the back. I was in a coma for months, i defied doctors and somehow, i survived. For 24 years of my life i have survived, one night will not make a difference. I can cope getting my assed kicked, blood spilling from my head and being torn apart. I know this because my whole life i have survived. A few hours is nothing compared to a lifetime.
Reckless walks away from the street and walks across a long empty field. He stops in the middle of the field. He looks up into the clouds a rain starts to fall. He falls onto his knees. He lets out a big scream. There is a large clap of thunder and the rain get harder. Reckless gets up and runs off into the distance.
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Here is Part one of my RP for SOTF part 2 is nearlly done and is much longer
