17 shots

   
Chapter 1
    I've never known what to write, I've never had a plan of a logical thought process like the pro's. I just always put my pen to the paper and let it talk, let my emotions flow and let them tell their story,  but now its my turn
    you see I am just an average ordinary teen, 17, about 5'10" depending on the shoes i wear, average height no big deal.  to go into a little more detail I'm skinny, i wasn't always like that, I wear glasses i tried contacts but they weren't for me, average thats me.
    by actions I'm an average Christian boy. I help out who I can and I volunteer when i can, but my clothes sad to say make me appear like a thug I was even graced with the nickname "hood rat" once. but enough of me I'm not as important as the story I'm about to tell. listen and listen well, words hold more secrets than the world can ever hope to uncover.
    Although your appearance conveys certain qualities your heart and mind are the only things that are true. You see for all my good deeds I hide a secret inside that only 2 others know of, I'm in a gang....I would tell more but secrecy is a must in these situations. where did i go wrong you ask, don't blame me for this because i myself blame the world. It's truly sad when a child is forced to spend everyday with grandparents or babysitters because his parents work to much. Truly sad that the only time spent between father and son is spent by seeing who can yell the loudest. Truly sad that a child can get sexually molested by 2 of his closest cousins without his parents finding out.
    Secrecy is only trouble, you see that is why I'm writing its not to tell about my average ordinary appearance or anything, this is my confession......  I'm a good kid really i am i just don't make all the right decisions especially when I'm panicked. Thats where my life went wrong, but to start there would only confuse you and whats the point of a book if the reader can't follow it.


Chapter 2

        My life began the same as any other child's. I had babysitters, loving grandparents, and average friends until i moved. When me and my family arrived at this new place we loved it, it really was a beautiful place, but it was the start of my ultimate downfall.  I started school fairly quickly after we moved. On the first day of school i got so scared i cried, on the second day i held my head down when i walked to avoid anybodies glances, i felt so alone, after the first week the voices started.  Like I've said before all normal or so I thought.  I went through primary and middle school with the voices they really helped me out, but they weren't always nice they would yell so loudly sometimes that I couldn't move I would just stand there motionless lost in their arguments.  They decided one day to talk to me about murder, which being a kid I knew nothing about.   
    " Just look at her she's so miserable, the knife is laying right there. She's sitting at the perfect angle just sneak up behind her and slide it across her neck the blade is so sharp she won't feel it, the main artery will probably be severed along with her jugular all her misery will drain away just like that, just like her life."
    "Your pathetic, the neck? ha... no go for the temple the ice pick is in the bottom drawer stab it through in one quick motion, her brain will stop and her heart will follow it she won't think about her misery she won't even feel it anymore, simple as that no mess no pain."
    "SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" I yelled.
    "Luke? whats wrong honey?" she said, all I could do was run. Thats when i found my haven, the woods that was the only place that the voices were quiet. I couldn't look at my mother for a week, but the voices didn't stop they wanted blood and they were determined to continue until they got it.  My memory fades from time to time, but I do remember one time in particular that I couldn't stop them they got blood but not from whom they wanted it.  Like I said before the woods were my haven I loved to just sit and relax or go hunting and the voices were usually quiet, but when there was a gun in my hand they were at there loudest.
    "Just do it, she won't expect you back this early, she will probably be washing dishes you can stand at the wood line and put one right through her skull and the glass would decorate her face so nicely."
    "No." I said.
    " Come on, wimp just do it.  You won't get in trouble, your dad will probably thank you for it."
    I finally couldn't take it anymore I had to shut them up. In a quick motion I had the gun in position all I had to do was pull the trigger.  I tried, but my finger wasn't strong enough and I couldn't stand the taste of the barrel.
   " What do you think your doing? You are the most pathetic excuse for a child I have ever seen!"
   " Why won't you just leave me alone?" I replied.
   " You know how to make us stop if your so tired of us why don't you just do it already."
   " I can't." I said as I started to shake I couldn't' control it anymore the tears just came by themselves.
   " You are pathetic."
    I think that was when I finally snapped, before I knew what I was doing the gun was steadied against my shoulder, smoke was flowing from the barrel and a used shell was laying two feet away.  My ears were still ringing when i finally saw it, there was my dog, laying in a pool of its own blood I just stood there taking it all in, after about 5 minutes I realized what i had done. There was nothing I could do the shot had killed him on impact, and the blood was pouring out so fast I couldn't pick him up without getting myself drenched in it and then there would be no way to explain that to my parents.  I stayed in the woods that night watching over my dog hoping that maybe it would get up, run to me, and lick my face or scratch at my hands anything, anything just to show me how alive he was.  I waited all night I don't' think I fell asleep at all, at least I don't remember it if i did.  I finally gave up hope he was dead and there was nothing I could do to bring him back they tried to tell me to just wait a little longer, but  I couldn't.  When I got back home my parents were gone so I helped myself to all the leftovers I could find I hadn't realized just how hungry I was until I had walked inside the house.  I decided to take a nap, I was a kid after all and a full stomach added on to a night without sleep would make anyone tired. When I woke up all I could hear was yelling I couldn't understand anything , when I finally came around I realized i was in the air, my dads strong hands were wrapped around one arm apiece.  He just kept yelling I couldn't understand any of it over there screaming.  Finally, he stopped yelling he was just looking at me in the eyes, he sat me down really gently, ruffled my hair with his giant hands then he hit me.


Chapter 3

    "Sir, you should really get in here." Rolling my eyes i decided maybe it was time to get this over with it is my job after all.
    "From the looks of it sir he's been shot 17 times from the front." stated 1st officer David gray, mvp of the rural police fellowship last 5 months running a real genius, I couldn't stand him.
    "Really? how can ya tell?" I asked sarcastically looking at the numbered shell casings laying at the door 1 through 17 all of them hit their mark.
    "Very funny sir." he replied with a bit of a snide attitude.
    "Yeah I thought so to, well the way I see it the guy was your average crook probably just got the gun decided to show how manly he was and break in to someones house, he broke through the window there snooped around for some valuables couldn't find them then this poor guy woke up saw him spooked our criminal, criminal goes trigger happy empties the clip on him then runs out the door probably left some prints on it." all in a days work for your average detective after a few years it just comes to you.
    "Sounds good sir, only one problem the glass was broke out not in."
    "Oh, well aren't we a little Sherlock Holmes." I whispered under my breath, ok so i missed a step this was a very difficult case out in this place everyone and their dog has a gun so where do you begin.  I racked my brain going through every scenario ever listed in training none of them matched so once again I had to go on my instincts which had served me good so far.  There were no tire tracks leading up to the house, no forced entry on the door so the crook probably knew the guy or at least new where he kept a spare key he made his way inside, now what did he do from there?