•Why I Am Here•

PART I

After the day had come, I decided that I needed to continue on with my life and not cry over every bit of hell I came across. I never could understand how I could be so naive about my family. I should have left them the minute I could when I had the chance. And if we're talking about chances, I had lots of them. With the amount of chances I had, I could have caught a train and escaped across the country four times by now. I felt like total shit once I received the message that my mother and father were hung. My 3 brothers and 1 sister were kidnapped and tortured and decapitated with swing blades. The answer to why I wanted to escape so badly, well, I never wanted to stay with them in the first place. None of them were my biological family members, not one. But I did respect them, as I was taught by them, and helped them when they needed. They never payed one lick of attention towards my existence after I was adopted from them. I was a 10 year old male. Im 15 years old now, and I'm on the search for my biological parents. I never knew if i had brothers or sisters, for I basically was raised for 10 years in an abusive foster home in Dallas. If you can't tell at the moment, my life has been rough. Not to add the constant feels of asthma and congestion. This is the fault of my two adopted parents. All they did was smoke cocaine everyday. The smoke and debris of ashes smothered my lungs, causing me too have more asthma attacks, and sinus infections. Come to think of it, I haven't even told you why this is all happening. Why my adopted family has been murdered, and why I'm running into more hell.