How I found

Growing up I had some difficult times. I didn’t really have anyone to turn to. My father left my mother for her sister and ran away leaving me with my mothers’ god-awful wickedness. After that, my mother became somewhat promiscuous. She would have different guys over and they would do dirty, unspeakable things to me, that’s when I left.
I found myself on the road with nowhere to go and not really caring all that much. I had done my deeds helping the society strengthen itself by getting rid of some “trash.” I found myself upon the side of the road with this man who looks to be just like the others, asking me for a ride. “Do I need a ride?” I ask myself. Well, I did indeed need somewhere to head and my feet were somewhat sore.
We drove for a while mostly in silence because of me, mainly because I slept. When I awoke we talked, mostly asking questions about each other and stupid things of that matter. As I awoke again we were pulling over at this beat-up restaurant. It looked to be empty and out of use. I didn’t want to go in but being alone in the truck didn’t appeal to me either, so I went in with McRae. McRae was the man driving the truck. He was okay, nice in some ways but also strange to be out in the middle of nowhere with me. As we walked inside, I sat myself and waited for assistance. I spotted a jukebox and attempted to play a song. It wasn’t until after I had asked for money from McRae that I found that it was out of order. When the owner came out from the back room, he had said some perverted and disgusting remarks to me. So what did I do? I pulled out my gun and shot the owner, just like I had done before to others who had treated me the same way.
As McRae and I left the restaurant, he was in shock and at a loss for words. I told him to continue driving and that we were going to hitchhike after the car ran out of gas. I couldn’t take any chances on a gas station. Who knows what could happen there. Once we were to a point where I felt like it was safe to dispose of McRae, I told him to pull over. He was nervous. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. I was about to walk him into the desert as a tractor-trailer roared over the hill. It came rumbling towards us and as it got about 50 yards from us, McRae bolted. I let off a couple shots towards him. I was unsure if I had hit him. I checked the side of the road, but found nothing. I quickly went back to the car to retrieve a flashlight. I yelled and yelled hoping to hear something but heard nothing. Hoping that it was over with I started to walk down the road. Whatever I came across would be good enough for my brown bag and me.