The father of the church was closing down for today, then he saw a young man stand near a grave shouting at it. He walk over to the man and he looked so sad he ask he why he was so upset. The man was young in his early twelves he had dark brown hair and green eyes.
He told me he didn't know what to do now she was gone. He was looked a the grave of a family of four the daughter must be his wife. Father asked him if he would like to tell him why he feel like nothing out there for him.
"My parents were rich on the outside but inside they were in debt. My father had a gambling problem so when, I was born they were hoping to married me off to a rich woman. I hated being rich kids kept beating me for money either pretending to be my friends or just beat it out of me.
Someone at my school found out and try stop them. But he ended up seriously hurt I wanting to help pay for his hospital bills because his parents were poor.
But my parents find out and made me not spend a penny of my money that I work for. They said it was his own fault for getting involved. I got angry especially when they ask why I didn't tell them. That was easy I didn't tell them because I knew they just pay them off and that wouldn't stop they just make them do it again.
After that I just couldn't take it anymore so I left with my girlfriend we meet on my long walk home. She love me for who I was she was willing to run away with me. And family wanting to come, But the family died in a car accident. She couldn't live without them so you can kind of guess what she did." he told father.
Father got up from the bench we were seating on and said. "Maybe trying to start over it will help a place where you fresh start it helps you I hope it does help you."
I took at his word for it and went to my uncle who worked at a bar, and my mother and father hasn't spoken anymore him for to years. So my parents couldn't find me next I enrolled in college but I was twenty two so I could have to pay and I still wanting to pay for the boy hospital bill. So I put down that I was seventeen instead.
My uncle didn't like it but he know what happened and he didn't mind help me get over het death. If was a start when of this happen so, I went to the train station I a girl who looked like eighteen. She had blonde hair and eyes came over to me and ask if I was going to the art and writing college I nodded.
She smiled and told me to that she was in the art class. I told her that I was in write class. "Siria that my my name yours" she ask"Orpheus ".