Home sweet home chap. 1: bad begings " Mom stop!", I screamed while grabing her arm. This is what always happens when I ask about my dad started when I terned 11, when will I learn, Never I think to my self as she gets my hands lose from her arm and stomped out the door. "And dont follow me you ungratful brat", she yelled befor slamming the old blue car door of her pickup and drove away.

I just looked at the wide open door with my mouth a gap, she had never said that, never did that befor. No matter how mad I made her she never called me a ungratful brat. Yes shes called me a mistake and yes that hurts a little but not as much as the brat now that just hurts like a thousands little knifes stabing into my beat-, Im rushed out of my thoughts thanks to a sound of two car crashing at full speed into eachother. I run out of my run down looking house on to the side walk only to find my moms truck smashed and on fire. I run to the truck and try to find my mom to pull her out, only to find a burning body where my mom should be. I slowly walk back werds trying to breath befor triping over something and hitting my head. The last thing I hear are sirens getting louder and louder befor falling into blackness.