Blood Lineage(2015 Revision)

Introduction

 Throughout my life, I've learned not to get my hopes up and not to let myself get involved in situations more than was necessary. I had seen what it could do to people; their hoping and praying for something, only to have their hearts broken when it never happened. I first realized this at the young age of ten. That was when I started to watch my world fall apart at the seams. The passing of my father had taken a toll on me, causing me to become withdrawn as I had to cope with something no child should have to endure. I looked on as my mother cried herself to sleep every night over her plans and future that had been ripped away and spiraled down the toilet. It broke my heart into a million pieces, some of which had been lost along the way. My mother had dreams of spending the rest of her life with my father and worked her whole world around him, and, just like that, he was gone; taken because of some freak work-related accident. It ended all that my mother had hoped for, and I seemed destined for the same ill fate.

I wanted better for myself; therefore, I always expected the worst. That way, I would never be let down or brokenhearted. I kept invisible walls built up around me and pushed everyone back to a safe distance. Here in my own world, it was safe, warm and secure. I felt at peace. My only crutch in the world full of chaos was my mother, the solid foundation for which I would build everything on, until the Fall of my senior year. My safe structure was given the harshest renovation imaginable, and all I could do was sit back and watch as the fires of hell rained down, leaving me surrounded by chaos and agony.