I woke up to the sound of a loud bang at my bedroom window and looked outside to see my friend who wanted to talk. I grabbed my jet black jacket and walked to the window to talk to him for a bit. Hi, my name is Jack "Death" Robledo. I have emerald green eyes, that can change color, jet black hair, and a pale color to my skin.
Anyways, after I talked to my friend I went downstairs to my brother, Deaven, and my mom, Marisa. I quickly got nervous so I just grabbed my stuff and walked to the door. Right as I opened the door, my mom gave me this soul piercing glare from across the room that even the neighbors could feel. She said, "No starting fires or killing people or else I'll tell your father." I froze for a second and said, "F-f-fine..."
My father was a drunk bastard who abused me anytime he got the chance because I wasn't 'normal' like my brother. I walked out of my house and went to the pharmacy like I did every morning. I went for the same reason, which was to get pain killers and sleeping pills. When I finished, I walked out and headed to my favorite place. The old fashioned bar just down the street from my house.