Chapter 1

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"Marcus Wood is a 17 year old boy. He loves playing soccer and lacrosse. Favorite color? Green. Of course, he has his grades and friends. But all of that later. Let's talk about his disorder. Doctor? He is hearing VOICES! What else is there to know?!"

"What else to know!? Everything! His clothes size, his hair color, everything! Look, you know that it is important to you to find out what this disorder is, but I must know everything first."

"Sir, well, Mr. Hitchwell. I am sorry to tell you, that you are not the best choice for my son. I just want him to live a normal life. A happy one at that. And you are trying to get every ounce of information that I have of him. I am very sorry, and I do wish you the best of luck, but I will not tell you anything else!"

"But Victoria! Wait! I will do anything! Please! Come back! But. But. But..."

"NO!"

Victoria Wood stormed out of the room. Running around the corner, she fell and twisted her ankle. Screaming in pain she tried to get up and fell again. Desperate to get up and leave she called for help. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Then, silence. Paul Hitchwell turned the corner. With a body bag in one hand. And a gun in the other.

The next morning, Victoria was reported dead. She was last seen in Paul's office.

"The weather for the next couple of days will be sunny with a slight chance of rain on Wednesday. Friday we are expecting a thunderstorm to come by from Cali..."

*crying*"Mom? Please be alive. Mom? Please? Mom!"

Marcus was having a mental break down. He couldn't take it. No one could. Victoria was the best of the best. The kindest of everyone. And now she was gone.

There was no such thing as calm.

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