1 Prologue

I had always had anger issues for as long as I can remember. Things just seem to piss me off some times. I've got better over my 17 almost 18 years of my life.

When I was younger though I was called the toddler from hell. I don't fucking blame them because The calmest day was when I bit a kid. The worst day was when I ripped off a kids finger nail. The teacher slapped me so damn hard my arm broke. Needless to say that's a good ten years in prison.

Things have calmed down in the last 15 years. Now I'm just Henderson the guy who doesn't talk much. As well as the guy who looks like he as a temper 24/7.

As of current I'm traveling to the gas station to get food for my foster parents. Fun thing to do on my birthday right. Or at least I was till my vision changed and I was somewhere else. Some where dark and hard to breathe and cramped. So I guess I'm fucked!