Bio tim

I was raised a only child, I never really had a opportunity to make any friends because my parents moved so much. My parents had a bad obsession, they were hardcore alcoholics. Every night they would come home swing a bottle around screaming at each other, on bad days they would hit each other, the worst days, they would hit me. On a regular spring day in 93' my parents came home.. Of course drunk. I heard the door open and waited for the door to close, but for some reason it didn't. Then for about three seconds a woman downstairs screamed then the door closed. I dashed downstairs and there in front of me were two dark figures standing over me staring at me. One of them said, "Hello Timmy, why dont you go back to bed, we don't want to hurt you." I looked to my right and saw the worst thing I had ever seen in my life. My parents drowned, in their own blood. He noticed I looked over and gave out a half smile to me. I backed up until I hit a wall. Then I walked back upstairs trying to be calm. I sat on my bed trying to think of what I could do. Then I remembered my dad kept a shotgun in the hallway closet. I tiptoed to closet and opened the door. There, right in front of me was a long black case, I grabbed the handle and carried it to my bed and opened the case. There was two shotgun shells next to it. I thought in my head "Perfect!" I threw the gun over my shoulder and walked to the top of the stairs, the two men were going through all my parents things. I started to count to ten. "1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10.." "BANG! BANG!" They both dropped to their knees next to my parents. The fell flat on their face, drowning in their own blood. Just like they did to my parents. The police arrived shortly after. They took me to this place called a "Foster home" It was bad. Gangs, drugs, alcohol, you know.. The things your mother tells you to stay away from. I didn't have a mother. She couldn't tell me. It has been 20 years since then, I've tried everything that I can just to find happiness in life. I can't seem to do that one simple thing. I've tried to join the Law Enforcement but was suspended and just never went back. I found that the place I was most happy was in a gang. For about six years I rolled with the Asesinos. I ended up getting kicked out. Which mean that I can't be a follower. I must be a leader, a great one at that. I rang up the homie Oscar and we started a clique called "Los Nuestra Familia." My future is what I make it, this is what I'm making it.