*Two months later*
Over the past two months I'd become an entirely different person. I'd become part of a gang. Id robbed four stored and at least twelve houses. I'd completely forgotten about Nix, Hazel and CHB entirely. I walk in with bandages covering the whole left side of my face and all across my body. There were self performed stitches all over me. I had a cigarette in my mouth. I throw Electra (Who was now a vicious full grown dog) a hunk of rotting meat and sat down on the broken couch.