There was once a boy who lived on a hill. He was six years old and lived with his mommy and daddy. He had a happy and good life in his small home. He had a room with a big bed and a window that looked out over the small town.
At night, he would climb out the window and sit on the roof. He'd stare up at the moon and wish to be flying in the stars.
Every morning, breakfast would be made, just for him. One morning, Mommy had a big smile on her face; it made the boy happy. She held a bowl of pancake batter and a glass of water*. Her neck twitched and her smile got bigger.
She asked the boy if he wanted the water and threw it in his face. He fell from his chair and began to scream. She dropped her bowl and he heard it fall, but he didn't care. He began to cry and scream more. Daddy ran into the room and saw Mommy standing in front of the oven. She pulled a gun out of her apron and shot Daddy in the chest, blood coating his shirt. After Daddy fell and the boy screamed more, she bit down on the end and pulled the trigger.
*: Elements of the prologue will be explained in later chapters. Please do not feel confused, I will delve further into certain details.
AN: I started a new story because I lost faith in "Buddy Week." I hope this seems better than my two previous pieces and I hope you enjoy.