First off, let me introduce myself: I'm Oliver, but call me Oli. I'm 17 years old, and I live entirely on Skittles and Monsters - my drug of choice. For as long as I can remember, I've lived next door to a group of crazy guys you probably know as Escape The Fate. Lucky, I know. We've always been close, but not quite as close as we used to be before. Before Ronnie left. I think it may just be better to tell this form the beginning.
I've lived in this dump for my entire life, and never had a problem with it until now. I was walking home and passed a group of guys smoking, one of them has been following me for about 6 blocks now, I don't have to turn around to know he's there, the smell of cigarette smoke coming from behind me was almost suffocating. I realized I was only about a block from my house and picked up the pace, the footsteps behind me doing the same. Even if this creep DID know where I lived, at least there would be a locked door in between me and this fucker. I hea...