Insanity

Prologue

~Autumn 2002~

Chase

Music played softly in the background as the coffin was lowered into the ground. The leaves all around the cemetery made the air smell damp. To others, the setting might be considered beautiful, but Chase thought it was empty and cold. He hated the world for everything that had happened to his brother and he was determined to get revenge. The few people who had come to the funeral patter Chase on the back and whispered their condolences. Only a handful sounded genuine, and he hated that, as well. Michael stood silently next to him, praying under his breath. Chase didn’t bother trying to listen to what he was saying, if he could even understand the muffled words through his bushy moustache and beard. Chase’ face portrayed no emotion and he stared endlessly at the headstone. The four simple words below the name did nothing to comfort him:

Drew Alexander Armstrong

Loving brother of Chase

Chase wished he could make them pay. Everyone who had a hand in Drew’s death; the doctors who said he couldn’t be revived, the drunk teenager who passed out at the wheel and slammed Drew’s car from the side, the paramedics who couldn’t get to the crash fast enough, the police officers who let the guy go with only a fine and a couple years in prison, the people who couldn’t cut him out in time. It felt as though the whole world was against him. He wanted everyone to pay. He had no-one now, since his parents had died when he was young. Michael was his only friend now.