@hailmcry gets a starter
Michael was walking out of the house he lived his entired life. Sure, he wasn’t a good boy all the time but he had tried. And killing these people, that was an instict. And this priest definteily deserved it. Making him nervous by swinging his wooded cross around in his room. It was burning in his ears, what else was he supposed to do? But his grandma had enough, she kicked him out and Michael was a mess.
His head was pounding, his eyes full of tears. Michael’s view was blurry, he mind off and he wasn’t paying attention where he was walking to. He just walked on the street, not realizing there was a car coming his way. It didn’t seem like it was going to stop, more like it was running over him.

















