Helpless

Chapter 1

"Hello? Is this thing on?"

Hi I'm Gary... I don't have a favourite genre of music I just like good songs, I appreciate the little things in life like how you can get the perfect amount of jam on one piece of toast. I'm very oblivious to the things that go around me most of the time. (Incase you're wondering my legs are completely functional.) Last, but not least I make up perfect nicknames for myself. Now, without farther a due allow me to talk to myself in first person for a few pages.

I live in a pretty crumby apartment in the middle of the suburbs with my fish "Berry" (incase you're wondering he's my only friend). I don't need your pity, sure I'm basically homeless, my mom died, I ran away from foster and I work at Subway, but at least I'm still getting an education. Anyway, I'm going to hit the sack (my bed is an actual sack of potatoes).

I wake up with a cramp in my neck and a potato in my pants realizing that there's a hole in my bed, I do what any rational semi-adult would do, use duck-tape.

I whip up some eggs and feed Barry before groggly dragging myself out the door. I walk down the stairs and zoom past the manager who, I'm praying he won't say anything about my rent, but just as I step out of the door I run for the nearest bus stop and make my way towards the school. (I don't know what the school is called because my creator never bothered to research it). At the high-school I heard something about Jean Jacket day, which I thought was weird but it's ok because I wear the same thing every day. I pass by this one kid who was wearing a jean jacket.

The day goes by slowly as usual. The sun sets for the night and I walk home to head to my night shift. I walk in the park along-side the river, gazing at the ducks swimming in circles, looking for food. I head toward the suburbs when I hear gunshots in the woods along with yelling of drunk people. Naturally because this is the part of the story where everything goes wrong I go to investigate.

The noises get louder as I approach the source. A deer dashes past me nearly taking off my ear with it's antlers. That's when I look back and see a pair of headlights my eyes cross as the vehicle rams me. My unconscious body rolls down a ditch.

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That's all folks!