1 Kicked out

Death... What good comes from it? Why does everyone around just want to die? Do they hate me to the point of dying? I... wouldn't blame them... if they did...

Hello, I'm Andrew Ambrose, I just graduated yesterday, meaning that my money-sucking relatives will kick me out when I get home today.

I'm walking home from my part-time job, and see my stuff all thrown in boxes and garbage bags. Called it. I don't even have enough strength in me to feel mad at this point.

"Hey, " My head snapped to the sidewalk beside me. My cousin is arrogantly looking at me. I'm just a little shorter than average height, but people still decide to pick on me for that. "What," I said coldly. I could see that annoyed him. "I'm not in the mood to play with you, Aiden," I said and turned back to my stuff thrown everywhere. They probably threw my belongings out of the window, I mean it's easier than carrying it down from my bedroom in the attic.

I didn't even realize Aiden was behind me, until he whispered in my ear. "You don't have a place to go, right? If you say yes, and be my mistress, just like your mom was, then i'll let you stay in a nice hotel if you serve me well." He whispered in a sed.ctive way.

Honestly, at this point, I have given up on sentimental things, I wouldn't mind being an s.x friend for money, but I don't like people talking about my mother like that. It wasn't her fault that his dad rap.d my mom repeatedly and locked her in a hotel room. They only found her body two weeks after she... she killed herself. At that time, I think I was only five... it doesn't matter anymore, I'll just crash at a friends house today...

"Thanks for the kind offer, but even I have standards." I walked away from him and went towards my stuff. I only grabbed what I need, and whatever sentimental things I still have, like pictures, letters, and my mom's jewelry. Or whatever jewelry my aunt couldn't steal that is...

I stuffed it all in my bookbag, and without looking back, I left my home, or whatever you can call that h.ll.

I don't really have any friends... if I can't find a solution then ill find a comfortable bench to sleep on. Maybe a colleague at work? Hmm... nope, can't even remember their names... Whatever, the weather not too bad, I'll find a bench at the park to sleep in.

After walking for some bit, I reached a park for children. Though not many were around, not even one to be exact. That made it the perfect reason to sleep here, nothing will bother me.

I ended up passing out due to stress and exhaustion. I was laying on my back, with my bag under my head, so uncomfortable, but it's still softer than the floor I used to sleep on.

"Mr... Hey, Guy!" Something annoying was talking...