I am not in any way a good writer, but i've tried to make something slightly decent, any pointers on how i could improve would be greatly appreciated
Jack has been alone almost all his life. His parents died when he was just Ten years old, it broke him and changed who he was forever. He went from foster home to foster home, He could never find his happy place, people who he bonded with and where he felt safe, just never came around. He felt alone, like he only had himself and nobody else.
When he turned 16, he got a job working at a bar. He worked hard, doing all the worst jobs. Scrubbing toilets, washing the dishes and cleaning tables etc, until he turned 18 where his boss took him on as a bartender. This allowed him to save up enough money to get his own place. He met a girl. Then another. Then another, But he could never open up and accept within himself to trust and love someone, and pushed them all away. He was scared, that he would lose it all, that he would make himself vulnerable. This made him one tough cookie, blocking out nearly all emotion and just made him careless about everything but himself.
A year or so later, when he was working one night a remembered face came into bar. A tall muscular fellow by the name of Deon, a kid he briefly knew through his foster home. They never really spoke when they where kids, but that night they clicked, talking about everything from growing up to present day. This turned into a friendship like no other, they where like brothers. Inseparable.
Deon loved the shooting range, he took Jack whenever he could, he taught Jack how to shoot. He got pretty good at it too. Nothing fancy, but he could hit a target from a decent distance. He excelled with bolt action rifles and eventually became efficient enough to hit targets from crazy distances.
A few years down the line the boys went traveling together, all over Europe, They saw France, Sweden, Italy, Spain. They saw it all, having the time of their lives, until they got to Turkey...
They organised to go on a boat party trip that went from the Black Sea into the Green Sea, but it didn't go as intended. Something happened, all Jack could remember was an explosion and everything fading to black.
Twelve to Fourteen hours pass, he comes into consciousness, cold, alone on the coast of a foreign land. Deon is nowhere to be seen, as for non of the passengers on the boat for that matter.
This is where his story really begins... and surely where it will inevitably end...