Ishmael Email

I wonder if you're dead, and that's why you aren't online, like you were on your way to the computer to see if I was home yet, and someone broke into your house and killed all your family.. except your little brother... or wait.. scratch that.. you and your little brother, because you heard your little sister and mom screaming and you hurried up and grabbed him and hid for safety, and were able to stay together without a sound, until the man got all your money.. and computer.. and left. 1

Yeah yeah, and so now all you have is a what you guys have in the house in order to survive, if there's anything you can do to survive, you have to either get a job, or find a friend. 2

You go searching through your brain to try to remember my address, Finally, it clicks in, 5588 mid wai dr, crapville Ohio ... You have a few quarters and go to the nearest store with your little brother for a map3

You take the easiest rout by foot as you try to survive the cold and hunger strike you're going through with your poor little brother.4

Meanwhile...5

The police just happen to be driving by your house when they see a door busted down and check to see if everything is OK. They go in there, seeing blood stains on the floor, four in a big puddle, two in the family room, one dripping off the couch in the livening room, and one in the kitchen, then 4 different pairs foot scratch marks leading to the back door, where they see a mother, father, daughter, and oldest son laying in their flower garden. They look around for evidence, and happen to see a family portrait, seeing that there is also a baby boy and a teenager boy in the picture, they start looking around the house to see if they can find them, but they are nowhere to be found, automatically assuming that you were the one that killed your family, and put them in the back yard in the garden.6

I just happen to be looking at the news, when i see a family portrait, with someone who looks a whole lot like you in it, then I hear the last name, and it clicks, it is your family! so I listen closely, they make a zoom in on you and your baby brother saying that you were the one that killed your family then ran away. I think to myself "What? this is nothing like the Ishmael I know" I call my parents in, to show them what a huge mistake the police have made, but they don't believe me, and tell me to never speak to you again.7

A day later you show up at my house, cold wet and dirty, I invite you in to stay, but then my  mother sees who you are, and forces you out, I try to explain why, and what the police have said, but there isn't time.. my mother isn't giving me a chance to, she shoves you out the door and I am left inside alone, crying and crying. I rush to my room to see where you are walking to, and I start to see you walking down my street a little bit, looking dazed and confused. I open my window and shout "ISHMAEL! HOLD ON!" you turn around as I go on my bed, I grab as many blankets and stuffed animals as I can, I toss them all out the window, onto some bushes 2 stories below, I jump and land safely. You come running over holding your baby brother, I finally get to see your face, it really is you. I throw my arms around you and give you a huge hug, then I grab my blankets and we both go on our journey, to find another place to stay.8

My mind wonders to who I know around here.. 9

To Be Continued10