Chapter 1
Life was almost perfect, until 3 days ago. It was nice living a good life carefree, reckless, loved. But it all changed so fast, I wish I would have known. I would have been less carefree. Let's just back track a little to let you get caght up.
Lets start with me introducing my self my name is Damien I am a 13 year boy born on April 21, 1997.
It's the last day of school at Arrow-Tip elementary school. Sounds like a cool name for a school, but for the type of school I'm at it's not that cool.
It is a school for troubled kids.
I'm not troubled I only dress in black and think up the quickest way to kill some one.
I also am diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD and my mom doctor said I have to where gloves for the rest of my life do to a rare skin disease on my hands.
The gloves make me look tough but it sucks to never feel again.
But on with the story, I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing like I do every morning I tried shutting the alarm clock off with my hand but knocked it on the ground in the procedure.
It hadn't been my fault I can't feel with these cursed gloves on. The alarm clock was now smashed by the impact of its fall.
I groaned and got out of bed and slipped on a black shirt, jeans and a leather jacket and left my black room to go down stairs and make breakfast I saw my mom washing dishes and I approached her silently when I was right behind her.
"Good morning mom" I yawned and she jumped.
"Don't scare me like that again Damien" she replied with her hand over her heart.
"Sorry mom I didn't mean to" I lied I must have scared her real bad because she was pointing towards the living room with wide eyes.
I turned to see what she was looking at.
She was probably trying to scare me to get revenge for me scaring her moments.
But then I saw it a big man in a black robe with the front of his robe undone under the robe was armor actual gold armor that wasn't the scariest part, the scariest part was the fact the he was holding a pure black scythe.