User:Magic Drew

MAGIC DREW
Life was great for me, at thirteen years old already going to be fourteen. It was a casual Friday, I took the normal stroll I took to my home until I tripped on the curb and layed unconscious for a while. I layed for a good two hours I believe... I have a terrible memory. I had a strange feeling, as if something snapped in my body. Something in my head was different. I disreguarded the feeling and walked home, it was night when I arrived home. My mother was terribly worried and concerned about me since she saw the scratch on my cheek. "Drew, you know you could've called if you were arriving late I was worried sick." My mother said with compassion, I walked upstairs to my room on my way upstairs I peeked at my brother and sisters room, they were fast asleep and were about five years younger than me. In my room were posters and pictures of famous magicians David Copperfield, Houdini, etc. I was always a fan of magic and such my father even made me my own magic kit, my own hat and all. I even had a card that had a D on it, I hosted about two shows and won four talent shows with my talent. My wand was strange when my father made it, it was an old gardening tool so it had a sharp point at the bottom, but was painted like the stereotypical magic wand. My cards were also a bit sharp, sharp enough to pierce a bit of skin like a simple paper cut. I put on my hat and cape and acted out a trick, my dad was home he was drunk as always, I could hear him yelling at my mom for unnecessary reasons I put my things down and went fast to sleep. The next day I went for a walk with my backpack since I was a very weak person and needed to build muscle and such. I packed some textbooks and my magician belongings, I walked downtown and took an alley for a shortcut. I remembered how my mother would always be happy to see me go outside for a walk and be a real boy unlike being locked in my room practicing tricks. In the alley I met some of the boys who used to bully me, "Well then, heres ol' Drew buddy the magic freak." The boy said, his name was Jorge a son of a millionare. Jorge was a spoiled boy who always had it his way and hated my guts, his brother Steven was with him. Steven laughed at Jorge's comment, I turned around and walked away like any other person would. "Hey Drewcy where you going honey?" Steve said, It was ten o'clock and I was going to take the alley for a shortcut home, but then something that night happend that changed my life forever. I turned around to face them and pulled my hood up and threw my backpack down. "Looks like Crooked Teeth is sticking up for himself!" Jorge said as he erupted into laughter. Steven walked up to me and punched me, he hit me right where the cut from my trip was. I was furious until I heard a demon in my head say "Do It!" I kicked Steven in the stomach making him throw up, I then ran up to Jorge punching him so hard that I made him stop breathing. Steven took out a switchblade and lashed at me, luckily I dodged the attack and grabbed the wand from my backpack and jabbed it straight into Steven's heart. I hypervenilated for a bit then I lost all power of thinking, my consience was gone, and so was I. I laughed while grabbing the switchblade and slitting my wrists, I then bit the knife. I stood up facing my shadow as I took off my hoodie and stared at my bloody face from a broken beer bottle. I then put on my hat and walked home. I stared at the outside of my home listening to my drunken father yell at my mother with my siblings crying. I walked inside "DREW WHERE WERE YOU?!" My father yelled. He slapped me and my mother was terrified and said "Your face, its all its all bloody!" I chuckled while holding the bloody wand in my hand. I walked closer to my parents as they backed away from me and tried yelling for help. Oh I remember how much they yelled, and how much they bled, I gutted them both and hung the corpses. My siblings were locked in their room hoping for help, I walked down to the basement with a lighter and a bit of gasoline. I lighted the fireplace and spilled gas everywhere, I burned down my house. I laughed while watching my home burn in flames and listening to the swift yells of my siblings. I then walked into the darkness with my cloak and hat on. My name is Drew, and I'm a magician.