Chapter 1 : Prologue
Sitting on his bed, the young mind of a ten year old could not grasp the gravity of the situation. Death of a mother? How is something of that magnitude expected to be understood by the innocent mind?
The house was in a state of anarchy. His father was running about trying to appear strong while trying to slowly mend his shattered heart. After all he is all that his child had left. He could not allow himself to show how torn up with grief he was, how would his innocent, grieving son deal with that?
The young child made his way down the stairs. One at a time. Hoping he would catch a glimpse of his mother, Hoping he could finally get the comforting hug he was waiting for. Hoping she would take away all the angst he felt when he saw his strong father crumble to the floor in tears.
He clutched on to the banister with his small hands, waiting for his mother to sweep him into a hug like she always did when she returned home while he pretended he was too old to be smothered.
Where was she? Why was she not coming? He swore he had been a good boy. He swore he cleaned his room. He wanted his mommy. His father looked at him with helpless eyes.
That's when Edward knew his life was never going to change.
What does a ten year old boy do when he finds out his beautiful, kind mother he loved so much is dead?
The answer is simple….
He Screams.