Well, it's been a good run. I went to school, made a bunch of friends, went to college and had a good time.
I learned how to draw, showed my drawings to the internet and made many more friends here...
But now, I'm going to get either kidnapped and shot in the head or maybe I'll be another drive by victim.

An hour ago, we received a phone call. They wanted to talk with my father. Since he's not home, I had to receive the call.
It was a guy with some manner of gangster dialect. He asked if this number was my father's home number, and if the address was correct. I say yes.
He said his name was "Sergio Mendez" (hah hah), and that he was part of our local crime syndicate, the "mara salvatrucha".
They specialize in extortion, burglary, arms and drug dealing and other acts of crime. They also have a fame of harshly dealing with those who oppose them or refuse to give them money. Most of the time, bloodily.

Anyways, he then proceeded to feed me some half assed cliched "it's not your fault, we have nothing against you, but you have to give us some money or else" speech.
He said that he wanted us to "contribute" with five hundred (500) dollars to their cause. I was all like "huh? what?". He repeated his demand.
When I showed no sign of knowing what the hell was going on, he put a different man on the phone. He sounded way gruffer, meaner and to the point than the first dude. He asked what the hell was wrong with me, why didn't I want to give them money, and if I knew who I was messing with. I panicked.
I entered a state of utter terror. I began trembling and shaking, I could only say "uh huh" and "bueno" to the guy.
When I collected myself for a second, I told him that I had no mention on the houses' finances, and that I had to speak with my dad first.
He asked me when he could call again to settle the thing. I told him to call again in half an hour, then I hung up.

I inmediately called my father. He told me to stay calm and to not pick up the phone for any reason. Then my step mother called me, and repeated the warning.
... The phone has been ringing non stop for the last half hour. It's the same number from the men, it shows up as the same in the caller id. I'm afraid to look outside, I'm afraid to leave my room. I'm too scared to move.

I'm dead, guys. I'm toast. I'm so totally dead.

... If I suddenly stop updating this page... You know what has happened to me.