Chapter 1: Lost Wounds
Tristan's eyes shot open, he could hear it again. Their sound, their familiar screams. "You'll NEVER change, Adam! You'll never change!" That was Tristan's mother, she was the one he loved. "Oh, really! I'll never change...ok." That was his father, oh how Tristan longed to strangle him at times! He could hear footsteps now and then, finally he heard a thud. Tristan had waited for this moment, he knew it would happen, it always did. This was when Tristan sat up, waited to hear a scream, then shot down the stairs, from his room.
He could see it then, he was in the kitchen, his mother was on the ground, his father standing high above his wife. "Mom!" Tristan said. This time his father had hit her just right. She never answered, nor would she ever. He had killed her! "Mom!" He said his voice cackling, "Mom!" His father walked out the back door and drove away. "I love you!" Whispered Tristan, into his mother's ear. He slowly kissed her forehead. Tristan got up, wery reluctantly. He ran and grabbed the phone to call the police.
"Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep." Tristan's eyes shot open. He was covered in sweat, he kept remembering, he couldn't stop remebering. He could have done something, but he didn't. Tristan was 14 at the time, now he was 17, he was adopted at 16, he was in foster care since. He had been adopted by Ron and Sherri White. But know he only had Sherri. Ron had left only a few months ago. He was stuck with his druggy step mom. He had been stuck with her for a long time, it felt like to him. It was always the same, he was always at school, at parties, somewhere away from Sherri.
Soon he wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. She would be dead soon, seeing that she had cancer, and he would soon turn 18. Tristan would never go visit her, he hated her, ever since. But today he got an urge. He wanted to see her, he didn't know why.