Hello there. My name is Opera and I am 20 years old. I live alone in Britain with no family. Both my parents were killed by a gang led by a kid named Billyboy when I was at work. I am going to tell you the story of me and Alex. This is the first time of me talking to anyone about him. I never really told anyone this story.
We were best friends growing up. We did everything together, like going to the local playground and doing homework. It is difficult to say we were and you may find it hard to believe me. It was one of those relationships I would never forget.
Alex was not a drugged up, Beethoven-loving, raping teenager you all thought he was. I do not exactly remember him wearing fake eyelashes either. That bothered me. He was sweet, handsome, and charming. A perfect gentleman he was. Alex was a ladies man but never leave me. He was by my side and protected me from gangs like Billyboy's. He always makes me laugh when I was upset. He was there for me as I was for him. Overtime, I developed a crush on him. I thought I found someone who understands me. Somebody who accepted me for who I was. I loved him for that.
But then, everything begins to change.
As we are growing up, we became more and more distant. We were not hanging out as much and Alex's personality became to change. He was not like himself when we started high school. When I found out he was raping women and killing innocent people for fun, I lock myself in my bedroom and cried for days, knowing that was not the Alex I knew while growing up. He also found new friends and began to speak in this weird street language. Then he drunk this drugged milk with some sort of alcohol in it.
He was no longer MY Alex. He was THEIR Alex.
I thought it was a phase. But he was keeping it up. I know I had to do something to get my Alex back to normal. He wanted change. He wants to go back to normal. Get his life back on track. The ring of torture shall end. You readers already know his side of the story and he left me out of it. Now, it is my turn. No one listens. I hope you will. So, I get on with the story.
We were best friends growing up. We did everything together, like going to the local playground and doing homework. It is difficult to say we were and you may find it hard to believe me. It was one of those relationships I would never forget.
Alex was not a drugged up, Beethoven-loving, raping teenager you all thought he was. I do not exactly remember him wearing fake eyelashes either. That bothered me. He was sweet, handsome, and charming. A perfect gentleman he was. Alex was a ladies man but never leave me. He was by my side and protected me from gangs like Billyboy's. He always makes me laugh when I was upset. He was there for me as I was for him. Overtime, I developed a crush on him. I thought I found someone who understands me. Somebody who accepted me for who I was. I loved him for that.
But then, everything begins to change.
As we are growing up, we became more and more distant. We were not hanging out as much and Alex's personality became to change. He was not like himself when we started high school. When I found out he was raping women and killing innocent people for fun, I lock myself in my bedroom and cried for days, knowing that was not the Alex I knew while growing up. He also found new friends and began to speak in this weird street language. Then he drunk this drugged milk with some sort of alcohol in it.
He was no longer MY Alex. He was THEIR Alex.
I thought it was a phase. But he was keeping it up. I know I had to do something to get my Alex back to normal. He wanted change. He wants to go back to normal. Get his life back on track. The ring of torture shall end. You readers already know his side of the story and he left me out of it. Now, it is my turn. No one listens. I hope you will. So, I get on with the story.
