Name: Jack "Jackie" English
Age: 18
One item (no weapons): Cigarettes
Past or fear:
Jackie was a troubled maker in school, ditching class and hanging out with the wrong crowd. Trying to fit in he took up smoking. One evening the crew was hanging in a small cabin in the woods, one of the guys found it abandoned. They were drinking and smoking when one of the guys found an old revolver. "Hey guys, look what I found", he said. He pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger *click* "Bang!" the boy pretended to shoot himself and everybody started to laugh. "Let me see that", one of the other boys said. The boy with the gun threw it at him and caught it. He pointed it at two of the other guys. "Bang! Bang!" *click* *click*. Jackie laughed, "Give it here". The boy threw it at Jackie. Jackie point the gun at his head, "I'll do it! I'll kill myself!". "Jackie no! haha". Jackie was about to pull the trigger when he instead pointed the gun at the boy. *BANG*.... Everybody was frozen. The boy laid there on the floor, motionless, in a pool of his own blood. "Jackie! We gotta do something! Come on Jackie!". The voices were muffled, Jackie had just escaped death, but killed his friend. Jackie snapped out of it and started looking around. "We have to get rid of the body. Come on!", one of the boys said. Everybody carried the body outside, deeper into the woods. "Here's good, let's start digging", said Jackie. Everybody franticly dug and buried the body the best he could. "We have to get out of here!" everybody started running away. Jackie walked backwards, "I'm sorry". Jackie ran away towards his home. A couple of days later Jackie transferred towards this new school, his father's job moved the family closer towards this city. Jackie was hopeful the change of scenery could make him forget.... If only....
