Okay, so after describing my naive young self to you you must be expecting something, right? Other wise this story would never be exciting.Well in this story there's no back story required(yet). Therefore it's probably best to start at the first important part of me lives. 

There's no point in delaying it any longer so here it is, my life turned into a giant hangover. I had one 'night' of blissful glory and then sorrow and unfufillment for the rest of my life. Let me give the basic rundown without any of the mushy stuff.

It all started when I caught my best friend Mikael banging my girlfriend Jessica. When I caught them they were going at it doggy style in the boy's bathroom. I was heartbroken to say the least, my gir-. Sorry, ex-girlfriend didn't even bother to apologize. She simply said that I should expected it and that I was just a spoiled brat who didn't understand the world. And that I should've seen the signs sooner. As I progressed through my many lives and gained experience I looked back and say that her words spoke nothing but the truth.

Moving on from her, when I found out that Jess was cheating on me with Mike I faked sickness and went straight home to talk to my mom. When I got there, instead of finding the comfort and compassion I was so used to I was faced with another cold reality. It turned out that when I was at school and my dad was at work my mom was a volunteer porn actress. Which is just another way of saying she was a stay at home slut. I walked in her and say a gruesome sight, she was being destroyed by 3 white guys and 2 black ones. Guess good sex is the one thing that can unite 2 races.

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When I saw her being fucked brutally and that sick look on her face which made her seem like she was in heaven I didn't even feel sad anymore. I was pushed past the limit. Instead I just shut the door and left. I called up my dad and told him what I had just witnessed.

I was surprised when he started sobbing. By this point I had simply assumed that he wouldn't care and had steeled my heart. 

When he finally calmed down he told me to go back home and pack my bag. We were leaving New York and going to LA.

I walked home feeling oddly happy. Even with all this bad things occurring around me I felt comforted by the fact that I had someone to go to who would help me.

I opened the door and was once again met with the scene of my mother being ravaged by 5 men. As I walked upstairs they seemed to finally get distracted from their act and noticed my presence. My mom looked horrified but I frankly didn't even feel enough feelings toward to care anymore.

I now wish I had payed more attention to their reaction instead of just walking upstairs because as I was halfway up the stairs I felt a sharp object pointed against my neck. I quickly turned around to try and get whoever was trying to slit my throat away from me. When I saw who it was I froze, it was my mom. As soon as I stopped resisting she pulled back the knife and cut deep into my neck.

I fell to the floor and watched my mother slowly put down the knife and walked back to the men to resume their orgy. I laid there waiting until death finally took me in it's warm embrace.