Torn from Heaven: Sophomore Sons

Chapter 1

Kitlyn always believed in things she couldn't see. She had given up on childish white lies like the Easter Bunny and Santa a long time ago. When she was younger, Kit saw ghosts and paranormal creatures like angels and demons. People just thought it was her imagination, but from the point she was supposed to grow out of it, she was called crazy. Kitlyn had seen more ghosts and demons in her childhood than any so-called medium or psychic.

One time, she had mentioned a black mist following her to her friend when she was six, but her friend laughed it off. Then, Kit pointed the creature out to her and her friend screamed and fainted. It was then Kit noticed that other people couldn't see those things unless they were made obvious to them by her.

Flashforward ten years, and the second year of high school was going to suck for Kit. Tragedy struck Kit at a young age, so she lived with a friend of the family, Tracey. She had lived with Tracey for almost half of her life in Salem and it was the only home Kit knew. All of the freaks and weirdos who got way too excited when Halloween rolled around made Kit feel at home.

Now, halfway through the school year, Tracey uprooted Kit and her son to move to Carver. The only thing she knew about small town Carver was that they had cranberry bogs and a lot of them. She envisioned the town to look like rural farmland, which wasn't too far off from the mostly wooded area surrounding the town.

Back in Salem, Kit was more than happy to go back to school. On the way there, however, she was not so sure.

"Y'know Hun, if I knew you were going to be so gloomy about moving, we would have stayed in Salem," Tracey said, chuckling. Kit stared out of the window of the car as they drove down the barren street. "Don't be so glum, this is supposed to be a nice town," Tracey continued, trying to cheer Kit up.

"Yeah, I'm sure all the pot and heroin will keep me busy. Or maybe the freshmen who make autism memes," Kit huffed, staring out the car window.

On the ground laid two feet of cold, icy snow. There were little flakes falling from the grey sky above. Tracey scoffed at Kit's remark about Carver's students. She had spoken to the Vice Principal herself and he assured her what well-behaved students they had. What a crock of shit.

People had always said how Salem is full of crazy people tripping on acid. No one had ever died in Salem from acid. Carver, on the other hand, had a different tale to tell. Kitlyn had read up on the countless individuals that had overdosed on heroin in the area. There was an article she read on how a child got sick because he stepped on a used needle in a park. That was enough to convince Kit that Carver wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Tracey turned into the parking lot of the school and pulled against the curb in front of the building.

"This looks like a nice school," Tracey said. Kit looked up from her phone at the broken down school. There was a crooked letter on the broad sign above the entrance that said 'HIGH SCHOOL'. Kit watched the other teens piled in through the front door, most taking the bus and a few driving themselves.

"It looks like trash," she hissed, stepping out of the car. At the time, it was really nothing against the school. There was nothing really wrong with it, she just wanted nothing to do with it. Tracey rolled down the car window nearest Kit.

"Have a nice day, Honey!" Tracey yelled from the car.

Kit dropped her shoulders and put in both of her headphones. She could feel the freshness of her being there. The bubble of mystery she had around her as she walked into uncharted territory. Kit felt other's eyes burning through the back of her head.

The night before, Kit had told Tracey that she wasn't there to make friends. She wasn't going to try to be nice that year and she would be as distant as she could. Tracey replied by telling her that she can't just make friends, but she would come home with new ones.