**Bring it on!//Gangsteer/open

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The smoke seem to surround, curling around my body in a type of twisted embrace. I welcomed the smoke, letting it embrace me, letting it consume my thoughts. My hand moves over the papers and pictures in my hands in anticipation. I look at the first image, in the middle is a fat chubby boy, with sausages for fingers, he smiles happily, looking straight at the camera, unaware of his gruesome looks. A women stands next to him, her face is split in a wide smile as she gazes down at the boy. A proud mother. The father stands on the other side of the boy, one arm wrapped around the woman, the other placed of the boys porky shoulder, he too, looks straight into the camera, a soft smile spread across his lips.

My face screws up in distaste as I fling the image into the flame in front of me. First the mother burns, he smiling face melting and becoming demented as it burns to ashes. The boy is next, his body consumed by the flame in a matter of moments. And then there the father, he takes the longest to burn. His face goes first and then his body. All of this takes place in a matter of seconds. In a matter of seconds a whole family is burnt to ash…

Slowly I am pulled away from my memory. The smell of smoke seems to still cling to me, as I resurface into the presence. The faces of the family flash behind my eyes lids- the faces of my family flash behind my eyelids. Well, they used to be my family, but a lot has changed since I then. I used to adore my parents; they used to drown me in their love, spoiling me telling me that anything I wanted was mine… You know they promised me that they would always be there for me, that no matter what they would be there… I guess you can imagine how that turned out, huh. After telling me that they would always be there they left me at the time I needed them the most, gone, just like that. A click of the fingers. That is when I stopped being a little fat kid who relied on others When they left, is when I took my life into my own hands. I learnt how to survive.

Now I am a totally different picture. If I were to take another one, there would be no loving parents gazing down at me, there would not be a boy who looks like they ate a whole pig for breakfast. There would be me, a man who was ripped away from childhood, and thrown into a world where you have to learn to be independent in order to survive. My feet reach the end of the cement path I had been walking along. I pause letting my gaze fall over the ocean. Waves crashed to shove, breaking across the sand, creeping further and further up the shore. Little bits of seaweed and other rubbish are scattered along the shore for as far as I can see, home to little creepy crawlies. Surprisingly I feel a surge of jealousy as I look at over the ocean, free, wild and angry. I have always loved the ocean, I have always loved how open and free it was. There was no one caging it up, it could do want it wants when it wants to…

Swallowing my jealousy, I wander onto the sand, letting the cool grains slide around beneath my feet. The sun was just sinking below the horizon, and the site was beautiful. I have never been the soft type into, like, art and beauty and what not, but I have always admired the sun. Colours ranging from orange to pinks and purples are streaked across the sky. I walk for about five minutes the whole time I watch as the sun gets lower and lower until it is no longer visible, and then I sink down into the sand, spreading my legs out in from of me. I lie back, until I am lying on the sand, my arms behind my head. I close my eyes, and lie there, listening to the sounds of the night. The gentle hum of the ocean has the waves break over the shore. I listen to the crickets as the go about their business, as they sing to the night sky, I let the sounds consume me, I let them take me away…