On Saturday night, James had nothing to do. Usually, he would be at a party or smoke pot with a bunch of kids on the wrong side of the town, as Victoria calls it. His father asked him to have dinner with him, Victoria, and Sarah, but he just scoffed at them and said he had better things to do. Though, he was feeling down in the dumps and decided to stay in.
He tried to draw in his sketchbook to distract himself from everything that was happening in his life. Drawing helped him forget all the pain he experienced. It gave him peace. He was engrossed in his sketch then, all of a sudden, he heard the doorbell. It was too early for everyone to come back from dinner, so maybe it was one of his friends? He thought. He went downstairs and opened the door.
Standing outside was the last person he
