A poor life

"Mom, dad. Let's go home. I found you guys already. Hide and seek is over." said a 5 year old with tears in his eyes.

"Mom, I'll eat my vegetables. I won't be a picky eater again. Dad, wake up!"

"Ahh." shouted a 18 year old boy with black hair and red eyes. "Stupid dream. It's been coming more and more these days.

Jack POV

For some reason, the memory of my parents death when I was 5 years old continued to haunt me in my dreams.

I grabbed my uniform and I wore the shirt, slinging the jacket over my shoulder. By tomorrow I wouldn't need it anymore since today's the last day.

I went to the little table in the corner of the small room and I removed the lid off the plate. Inside it was a loaf of bread that had uneven edges. I pinched out a tiny piece and I threw it into my mouth.

It was a little moldy but I didn't care. I was used to it. My grandmother didn't even know I had left her side. We shared a little bed.

I went to the faucet and I splashed the water on my face letting some enter my mouth because I was thirsty. I couldn't waste all that water.

I grabbed my bag and I went out to meet an egg thrown at my face. At the last second, I tilted my head and it hit the door behind me.

"Look where you throw your stuff Gregory." I said to a kid in the bushes. "Dammit I missed." he said and some giggles followed from behind him.

I continued to walk and he ran after me. "How are you always so fast Jack? I heard you jumped over a truck yesterday on the road."

"I guess I just have sharper instincts. I don't even know when it happenes." I said

"You shouldn't have jumped. Maybe you would have been reincarnated."

*bonk*

I gave him a punch and he rubbed the spot tenderly. "You read too much books kid. See you later."

"Ok! Bring some sweets when you're coming!" he said and he ran back.

As I walked, different things kept being thrown at me. Knives, eggs, batons, tyres and a truck almost ran me over but I jumped again.

I always heard whispers behind my back. I was called a devil. With my red eyes and black hair and supernatural reflexes, who wouldn't.

*ding ding*

The bell made a sound as I entered the store. I walked towards the cashier's desk but I went around it and I entered the door at the back.

I saw Reynolds, the nice old store manager who always treated me like his son. He had a sad look on his face.

"Jack, come sit." he said pointing to the chair in front of him. "I have bad news. The CEO has ordered all managers of Flushie department stores to sack all employees when the new ones are brought in."

My already shattering heart cracked even more. Even the slightest touch of a germ would break completely.

"All the employees shall be sacked in 2 days. I'm sorry Jack. I did all I could but the CEO didn't listen to me. I have sent 21 yons to your bank account."

"Thank you sir." I said. My voice was barely what it was before. I stood up and I walked out before I could embarrass myself.

I reached the school I went to a quiet corner. 2 minutes later, my friend Jasper came and sat next to me.

A curly haired blond tall guy with green eyes. We talked together but I was absent minded in most of the conversation.

"-ack! Jack!"

"Oh yeah, it's a nice thing." I said nervously. I hadn't been listening for the past 30 minutes. Jasper frowned at me clearly not buying it.

"Sorry man, there's something on my mind right now." I said.

"Something more important than making money?" I raised my eyebrow and he answered. "I was talking about these applications. There this new MMORPG and they're looking for beta testers. There are only 5 slots left."

"How much is the pay." I asked. "1000 yons!" he said. "Quick! what were you waiting for!?" I shouted.

Jasper frantically registered us and we heaved sighs of relief as we were accepted.

"It says the testing is in two days. 12pm sharp."

Soon, we did everything we wanted to do in the school before we were on our way home with skips in our steps.

We reached the department store I stopped by in the morning because we worked there part time together as janitors. The lowest paid job in the store which paid only 1yon per hour.

We arrived 2 minutes past 4pm meaning we were 2 minutes late. We were scolded by Jasmine's mom who worked as a cashier and we got to work.

3 hours later, I was tired and messed up. "See you tomorrow Jasmine, Mrs. Dalac." I said to Jasmine and his mom.

I walked down the eeriely quiet street and I started to take shortcuts through alleys. Each one gave me chills down my spine.

I was about 3 more alleys from my little house. I entered the next one and I saw a man smoking a cigarette with his mouth and he held it with his left hand and a bottle of alcohol in his right hand.

I passed him and I couldn't help but cough when the smell of the cigarette enter my nose. I heard him mumble under his breath. "Weak one."

I entered the next one, no one was there but when I turned around, I saw the man from the other alley behind me.

He poured out all the contents from his bottle onto the ground and he stumped his cigarette. The next thing I knew, the bottle was thrown at my head and I dodged it letting it crash on the wall.

The man raised his left eyebrow in surprise before he brought out a knife and he started to run towards me.

I ran towards the other end of the alley and I saw another man standing there with a knife. The situation dawned on me. 'Its fight or die."

The first man came at me and and I dodged his attack to my stomach and from behind him I kicked his butt making him lose balance and fall face first. I looked up and I didn't see the second one.

A pain came from my back and blood followed. "Arghh." but the knife only went in deeper. I raised my leg backwards and I gave the man a kick in the forbidden place making him scream in pain and remove his hand from the knife.

I pulled it out to intercept the other man who was already coming at me. I didn't aim and I threw wildly and when I felt the knife inside his body, I thought it was over until his knife entered my left arm and he fell.

Huffing, I dropped the knife and ran from the scene, blood dripping freely from my body. I got home and when grandma saw my wounds, she shrieked and dragged me inside.

Not even asking anything, she bandaged the injuries with some cloth that had been placed into hot water. I winced when she tied harder. Before she even finished, a knock came on the door and the words that came after made me want to dig a hole and hide forever.

"ITS THE POLICE, OPEN UP!"