My Immortal Suicide Note

In this world there are people who are born with a genetic difference to the norm. They are born with mutations that give them strange powers. While most get small powers that are more like party tricks like being able to extend their fingers or fold paper into anything they can imagine. A rare few get something good. Flight, Telekinesis or the ability to manipulate water just to name a few. My family is known for getting good powers and using them for the good of the world. My Grandfather had the ability to send people to sleep, my older sister could create food from water and my Mother had superspeed just to name a few. Me on the other hand, I got nothing. I was shunned by my family for being the only one in centuries to not have a power. They neglected me, made fun of me and barely treated me like a person. Thus leads to now, My name is Mason Moore I am currently 17 years and 8 months old, and I'm about to commit suicide. All the hatred that has raised me has lead me to an early end. I'm done living like this. I tie the noose around my throat, kick the box, and hang. I'm going out in an abandoned warehouse where no-one will find me. Where everyone can forget about me, just like they've always wanted to. Hanging felt surreal I could feel deaths grasp around my throat. Despite what I'd imagined it was the best thing I've ever felt like I was finally leaving this putrid Earth to go somewhere better. But, 20 seconds became 40, 40 became a minute, a minute became 3 minutes. I wasn't getting that sweet release I've always dreamed of. I could feel my neck breaking over and over again, but I didn't die. Eventually I lost track of time. I think around 2 weeks passed since my attempted suicide. I'm still hanging, I'm still alive. The damp smell of the warehouse had filled my lungs for ages. The sound of vermin scurrying across the floor and my heavy breathing is all I've been able to hear. When finally a new sound enters my eardrums. As light pours into the warehouse I hear the muffled screams of a girl. Suddenly voices speak out. "You're gonna tell us what we want to know or else these bullets are getting put straight into your cranium little lady" a male voice calls out. I hear tape being torn with the sound of heavy breathing following it. "I already told you I don't know anything weirdo" the girl yelled. "last chance" said the man. The sound of a gun firing rings in my ears. After hearing the shot I decided to untie the noose and investigate. I peak round the containers where I was hanging to see a girl, around my age tied up on the ground, and four men in suits. One has a gun and is pointing it at the floor. "I've said 100 times I don't know anything" the girl said. "Fine then, death it is" the man with the gun said. He points the gun at the girl. I start to run towards the man with the gun. He looks up and see's me running toward him. He immediately shoots me in the gut. I fall to the ground feeling intense agony. The pain of being shot was like nothing I've ever felt before, But for some reason not even a second later, I felt like I'd never been shot in the first place. "Do you want to end up like that boy?" The man asked. I start to run at the man again. "What the hell!" the man shot at me again, right in the leg. I fall on one knee in pain. But the pain is gone in less than a second once again. I run, he shoots, I fall, I run he shoots, I fall, I run he misses I swing. The man gets stumbles back. "How are you still alive boy?" the man asked pointing the gun at my head. "I have no idea" I reply placing my forehead at the barrel. "I'm curious, pull the trigger" I say to the man with a smug grin on my face. "What are you some kinda maniac?" The man says in anger pulling the trigger once more. The pain is unbearable, I can feel everything spinning. Then it's like it never happened. "What the fuck? You're alive and the wound is gone. Just who the hell are you?" The man yells in a mix of shock and rage. His goons are taken aback and are starting to etch away from me. "I am the Moore family's shadow" I reply in a sombre tone. "The Moore family?, shit move out quickly" The man and his goons turn to run but I grab his arm. "Not so fast" I proceed to punch the man in the jaw. He drops his gun on the floor. "Help!" he cries out but his goons have already escaped. I pick up the gun off the floor and point it at him. "Say goodnight" I say before shooting him in the head. "Did that sound cool or was it just me?" I ask the girl. "Not really, but can you help me out of here please I don't wanna die?" The girl says with a tremble in her voice. "Fair enough" I say before untying the girl. "Thanks so much, but how are you ok after being shot so many times?" The girl asked. "I'm not to sure but if I had to guess I'd say that..." I pause for a second realising my ability not really sure how I didn't figure it out sooner. "I'm immortal"