before I start this I gotta warn you. my story isn't for the faintest of hearts.

you're still here? then let's start from the beginning but don't tell me I didn't warn you.

It was 6:48 and I was heading home pretty beat up. My nose was broken I had a black eye and was covered in cuts and bruises. I just got beat up behind the school. A couple of high-schoolers were bullying a second grader and I told them to pick on someone their size, so instead, they beat me up. As soon as I walked in I saw what I usually see. My dad drunk on the couch watching a baseball game. I tried to sneak past but my dad saw me and said "stop right there Nico" I covered my face with my hood and turned around to face him. He glared at me and said "well." "where's my money, boy" "I-I d-d-don-not h-have a-a-an-n-ny," I said and he gave me a hard smack across the face making my nose and cuts around my face bleed more. "Get out of my sight," my father said disgustingly. I ran to my room and sat on my bed.

I wiped the blood off my face with an old sock and muttered a song my dad used to sing to me before he got hooked on alcohol and I took my report card out of my pocket. I sighed seeing that my grades had not changed and thought of how disappointed my mother would be. I got a C- in math a D+ in English a C+ in science a B- in history and a D- in Spanish. A couple of minutes later there was a knock at my bedroom door. "C-come in," I said still shaken up. My mom came in and looked me over. My pale skin was splattered with my blood.

My short black hair was coated in mud and my yellow eyes glinted with fear. She asked me what happened and I explained it to her and she helped me clean my cuts and patch up my nose. After that, I asked her how work went. "It was a slow day, not many cars came in for repairs." she said "how did school go?" she asked. "It went okay" I replied. "Did you get your report card today?" I gulped before nodding and taking it out of my pocket. She looked it over and looked disappointed but didn't say anything. "today is your last day of school we're going on a trip," she said, "to where?" I asked "to the desert!" she said. "Same place as last year?!" I asked excitedly. "Yup!" she said. "For how long?" I wondered "three days and four nights." she replied. "When are we leaving?!" I ask excitedly. She laughed and said, "as soon as you pack up!"

I happily ran to my dresser and packed my raggedy old backpack with everything I would need plus a couple of other random things. 20 minutes later we were almost out the door before my dad stopped us. "Where the heck do you think you're going?!" he said angrily "away for a while," my mother said calmly before heading to the car. My dad grabbed my arm and said "If there's even so much as a scratch on my car you are dead. Got it punk?!" I nodded and ran to the car. I opened the door, sat shotgun, and noticed my mom looking, Grimm. "What's wrong?" I asked "we must savor the time we have together," she said but it wasn't her voice. "Mom?" I asked "yeah" she replied and this time it was her voice. "Nevermind," I said but my face said otherwise. We drove in silence for a couple of hours before arriving at a cheap inn. My mom hopped out of the car and told me to wait there. 10 minutes later she came back with a room key. "Whats our room number?" I asked. "Room 11 floor 3," she said. "Okay" I replied and we went upstairs.

A couple of minutes later we got to the room. It was painted yellow with two cheap twin beds in the corner and a dresser in the middle. There was a cheap-looking couch. (that you'd see at a yard sale that says "well used" but it looked like it was from a hundred years ago. One of those couches) "wow this is bigger than I expected," I said. She nodded and I put the bags on the couch. As soon as they were put on the couch a huge cloud of yellow dust rose. I coughed for a couple of minutes before the dust settled again. I checked my watch. "9:34 I said out loud without realizing it." "I think I'm going to go to bed," I said. "Okay, good night," my mom said. I laid down in bed and stared at the ceiling for who knows how long. Thirty minutes later my mattress opened up and I fell for what seemed like ages. I tried to scream but nothing came out of my mouth. As I fell my memories wrapped around me. Me and my dad playing basketball when I was about 7. My father drank on the couch ordering my mom around like a slave. Saying goodbye to my best friend Gabe as he got in his RV and drove away with his family. I closed my eyes and cried. Roughly an hour later I saw the ground. I braced for impact expecting to get flattened like a pancake but when I was inches from the ground I hovered over the ground. A dark figure walked out of the shadows. He was about 6'4 he had dark blue hair, green eyes, and a long scar across his face. He wore a dark red t-shirt black jeans and worn-out combat boots.