Present Day…

A house was seen on top of a hill. It was covered in bushes and there were boxes outside of the house. A moving truck pulled up to the house. Inside a woman was wandering around the house looking hopeless. “Damon…Get down here or we will be late. The movers are already here.” the woman said, but as the words left her mouth, the boy she was looking for came through the door. “That is the last of the boxes mom, let’s go.” a smile wiped over the mothers face and she picked up her purse and walked out the door. Clarissa and her son Damon were moving to a house outside the town. His mother said it was for reasons unknown but ever since one day when a man broke out of his prison, Clarissa was scared. They got in the moving trucks and left off.

A month later…

“Damon, you have to get up to go to school…DAMON!” Clarissa yelled, “Teenagers…” Clarissa walked up to the door that said Broken Language on it. It must be some punk rock band or something. She knocked hard on the door but there was no answer. When at the third knock there was still no answer, she decided to go in. It was all torn up and Damon was sleeping in the corner. Not on his bed but on the floor.

“Damon, wake up bud…” She backed off out of the room. Just than the buzzer rang and he woke up in a hustle. “What the fuck are you doing in my god damn room mother?” asked Damon, “You will watch your tongue and your tone with me or I will cut it out Damon Wayne Sinclair!” she yelled. “Oh just fuck off and get off my case you bitch!” he screamed at her as he got in his mothers face. Clarissa backed off and began to cry.

Clarissa backed off and ran to the room, closing her door behind her. ‘Why? You used to be such a nice boy. Why now?’ she asked herself. She jumped on her bed and buried her head into her pillow. The cries could be heard from all around the neighbourhood.

Later on that afternoon the phone rang and it was Damon’ school. Damon got into a major fight and sent a kid to the hospital. He was suspended from school, and Clarissa had to go and pick her son up from the school. She drove up and he was sitting down on the curb holding his fist in his other hand.

“Get in this car right now.” she told her son and he did. He slammed the door and the grey Impala drove off down the street. “What happened?” she asked, “I got into a fight.” he told Clarissa, “Not that, and no not your fist. I understand that. I am not mad at that. You are a growing boy and your just turning to the difficult ages of life. I just want to know something. Ever since we moved you have been changing and you have been growing more and more apart from me every single day. In the beginning you wanted to move. You didn’t exactly like Detroit so we moved out of there.” she said, “We moved out of there and moved to hell.” he said as he looked at her mother square in the eyes. “This happens to be a very nice town, and you should be lucky that we moved out of Detroit when we did.” she said, “I am sorry mom. I really am.” she said turning his attention to the road. His mother was looking at him and not the road so she didn’t see it but she ran a red and was about to hit a pickup truck. She turned to the road just on time to dodge it, but the car spun out of control and hit a pole. Clarissa was hit by the pole and hurt badly.

You could hear her screaming in the car seat. Damon did nothing but look directly at his mother. He heard the scream and smiled. He looked like he enjoyed the screams and he did. He looked at his mother once more, unhooked his seat belt and jumped out the door. Damon ran down the street and the only thing heard was is mother telling him to go get help, but he just kept on running and running.

Notes: I am sorry that this is short, but I got the concept in as early as possible because a twist is coming up soon. Also I thought you would be interested to know if you did not already know that. The literally moved from Detroit to Hell. Hell is a town/city in Michigan. Thank you to Angels Cry Bloody Tears for that tidbit of information, it really helped. Ch. 4 will be up between now and Monday.