Prologue

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The thunder rolled off the dark skies outside of his bedroom. Startled, Zacahary awoke from under the silk sheets of his bed. He stumbled aimlessly around his unlit room before finally reaching the cold metal of the door knob. Careful not to alert his parents of his awakening he slowly turned and shut the door behind himself. He crept around the corner , his bare feet padding softly across the wooden floor as he heard thrashing from his parents room. Alarmed Zachary quickened his pace only to watch yet only yet another pointless hisparents engaged in, only this time something was different. His father grasping a shiny gun at his temple spitting words at his silent mother. Zachary broke out in sprint charging in the room grasping his fathers hand causing him to drop the gun. He bends to pick the gun up his fingers slipping on the trigger.

His mother holds him tightly sobbing loudly as he stares straight ahead blood staining the walls and his hands. He closes his eyes as something inside him slowly dies away.

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