It all started at the age of nine for him. He had no friends no family other than his mother who was a chronic drunk. He no one to trust no one to speak to, only his thoughts. The boys name is Justin and this is his endless nightmare called life
Update of story It was a cold night when my fate took my father from me. He had been crossing the road when a drunk driver hit him and a another car, killing them both instantly. I was six at the time of the accident. After his death my mother put me on home school and became a drunk herself. I'm age nine now and am alone in my house, besides for my shell of a mother.
At the ripe age of 15 I had died, alone of course. My mother died of cancer a few months before my death. It was inevitable for me, I was sickly pale and had no food for weeks. Right when i died I was the light. I thought heaven was my destination but a scythe was handed to me and I heard a voice "welcome to the reapers" it said
I turned to loom into the face of a man wearing a black robe. We walked and we talked. He told me that he was the reaper king and wanted a pupil to follow in his foot steps.
Without question I said I would be honored. I finally found a friend and he needed me, I wasnt saying no to him, and I hoped he never abandoned me.
Six years later I have replaced the previous king. He vanished without a trace. My friends have groen