One day

Dalton sat over looking the river hole in his home town of Jersey, ever since Dalton was a boy this place was his escape. An escape from all the rows that his parents had, an escape from all of his teenage drama, but most importantly.. this was his escape from the real world when the pressure of life proved to be too much to bare. Staring into the red evening sky Dalton couldn't help but to close his hazel nut brown eyes and just listen to the waves in the water, crashing off one another, the wind blowing through the branches of the trees which was making a whooshing sound all around him, this is where he felt most at peace. This is the place that felt like home.