Chapter 1: A Dark Past

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Death is never the most fun thing in this life to experience. But for Eric Stone is was just the release he had been seeking, For young Eric had been suffering under his many misfortunes in short lived life of 16 years. You see young Eric was born into what would seem to be.. a loving family. And it was, Until his second birthday when his father was killed in a car crash on his way home from work and although his mother did grieve, it wasn't long until a new father entered his life.

Young Eric did not like his new father who would always drink and beat him and his mother, for the following six years the physical and mental trauma taxed all the liveliness that an eight year old child should possess, leading to further bullying at his school.

One day young Eric arrived home from his school bloody and bruised, his bullies having beaten him so much he couldn't stand it and ran home, not know that what he would find there would change him forever, As Eric stepped into his house the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled his nose, And with a look of utter disgust he lent down his stiff body to take his shoes off, the sight of three unfamiliar and one familiar sets of shoes entering his vision made him feel uneasy. Only mother should be home today he thought to himself as he hurried to finish removing his shoes and leaving his socks on, as it was an ingrained habit to minimize his presence in his home as much as possible. young Eric silently walked down the hall of his house, the slight sounds of sobs and muffled cries that he recognized as his mothers, louder noises then came of ripping and the hitting of flesh or slapping then sounded louder still, as he walked the jeers and laughter of men, one of which he also recognized as his hated stepfather. the door to his mothers room that was left slightly ajar, and what lay in front of him to his horror was the scene of his mother and those of whom occupied the room played out. Erics Stepfather and three other strangers were doing things to his mother that no child should ever have to witness. a raging heat filled young Erics body and his eyes turned blood shot his will to have any will of his own left him and his vision faded.

When young Eric came too with the sounds of screaming he found himself straddling his stepfathers back, The broken body of a beer bottle protruding from the side of his stepfathers neck, blood poured through the mouth of the bottle like a fountain and as he looked on he felt nothing.. Nothing at all but for the strange white noise ringing sound in his head. Eric just sat there unmoving and unaware of his surroundings not that of his mother shaking him nor the embrace she gave to comfort him. he did not even notice when the police arrived and brought him to the hospital. and for a few days in which he just sat there incoherently until he was taken to a juvenile detention facility.

Many people had come and tried to talk with him, The police and detectives had asked lots of questions trying to glean some information about what happened and what lead up to the stabbing of his stepfather, and what they found out made the police and detectives of the case sympathetic to Eric and pitied him alot however his he was still declared unfit to be a member of society and sentenced to be thrown into a juvenile detention facility for six years in which he was to be given heavy mental therapy to help him recover.

If only the court knew what happens inside juvenile detention facilities, for young Eric. an eight year boy, was not shown any sympathy from the guards and was not watched by them at all, and on his first night his thirteen year old cell mate r***** him.

The next day the guards found that Eric had tucked tightly in the corner of the cell and that his cell mate was laying facedown in Erics bed with his pants off. The guards were stunned and then furious! how this could happen! but when one of the guards raged over to flip the litte prick up they found him dead his was windpipe crushed and his face pale and eyes glazed over.

Erics sentenced was somehow not extended and he was given a room to himself as protection for him aswell as from him.

Six years had gone by for Eric and he had improved and opened up more to those around in these years, it had been slow as first. frequent counseling was needed during his first two years and its only lessened there after, going down to one session a week. Erics counselor was a very nice and beautiful woman called Mary Ann Smith. she was very nice to Eric and pity him alot, she wanted to help him recover from his past and did a very good job of it. Mary Ann also gifted Eric his first console, a gameboy advanced with some pokemon games as it helped keep his thoughts away from the negative. she would also let him watch some of the anime on her computer after their sessions much to his joy, Eric started to warm up to Mary Ann and treated her as a second mother to him and they continued to get along until his sixteenth birthday and the day he was released.

Eric was sad to say goodbye to Mary Ann but she promised to to meet him at his house, it was part of her job anyway. Eric was was released but still had to receive the occasional check up at home, and so Eric waved goodbye and turned to walk to his mother and gave her a big hug and smiled. he thought to himself that he was finally free to live his own life now free from asshats and walls he looked forward playing more games and watching more animes, movies and getting a girlfriend! ooh yea hard one that will be but Eric figured he would be fine after all Mary Ann always said he was quite the handsome boy.

With all these thoughts in mind Eric and his mother got into the car and started on the their way home chatting merrily, along the way as they were on an overpass Eric suddenly had a bad feeling and stopped talking he looked around and couldn't see anything abnormal so he just through it to the back of his mind, however when they reached the end of the overpass where the intersection was, the feeling came back even stronger than before just as he hurriedly looked to his mothers side he saw it! a massive truck kun barreled through the lights and into the his mothers side of the car Eric cried out to his mother but it was to late!

The world spun out of control and a feeling of pain as his body was being rag dolled was torture for him as he lost consciousness

and died.

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HoHoHo and that there my Dear Readers is where this story begins and ends. I can't wait to bring you my next chapter but for now! i have work so char! make sure to like, comment and subscribe for another one! hit bell icon so that webnovel can let you know when we drop it down son! peace in east love to the west and never! ever! say never.. CHAR!!!!