• The death of whispering winds hit Jack as hard as it can. He passed out. Thinking of his childhood he remembered when the orphanage closed down. It released 1500 kids into the street. Five hours of passed and he was too drunk to know where his house was. He had a pretty good life after the orphanage. He had his own shack that's probably better than the rest of the kids that came out of the orphanage. He was wandering around the city collecting thoughts trying to remember where his house was. He tripped over his torn shoes and wore out soles. On the ground he seen his house go into flames.

    He was crying and waiting for himself to wake up,but this wasn't any dream
    there was nothing to stop the heat that consumed his home. With nothing left he ran away into the woods thinking this is my only home. Taking out a knife about to commit suicide he heard a cry like a kid in the brush of trees that surrounded him. He went to see where the kid was. He seen a bloody corpse and bones coming from the kid's socket. To late!!! He yelled at the gory sight of the kid's death. Without hesitating he got out and looked for the nearest person to go tell about the horrible death. No one was near. He ran to the police station. He went inside and reported what happened.

    The police officers taunted himwith snarky remarks like what color alien did it look like. Jack had enough of this crap. He went back into the woods looking for the body that he recently discovered. It was gone.

    His pocket was burning he took his knife and his wallet out. He observed both objects. the wallet was scorched and his knife was burning. He threw both of them to the ground. The knife dissolved into the red clay while his wallet just stayed there. A voice shouted "why didn't you save me" and all of a sudden everthing went blank........