FlipPrince

Chapter 1: Reality of a Nightmare I woke up from a nice dream happily, letting out a huge yawn that was the equivalent of a small earthquake. I immediately threw a grin on my face because chances are that my yawn woke up my father, but it is my duty to annoy him after all. I let myself laugh happily as I walked down our long hallway and into the bathroom quickly grabbing my tooth brush and removing any traces of morning breath, I winced at the thought. After cleaning up I walked downstairs to the kitchen to find my energetic mother cooking breakfast, well more like waiting patiently for me to consume her creation and compliment her cooking.

I ran furiously while tears streamed down my face, sadness still gripping tight on my torn heart. Breathing was a workout all by itself, after seeing my mother dead before my very eyes focusing on anything else was difficult. I felt my body react in pain at the thought of my mother’s beautiful smile being taken away by some sick freak. I couldn’t stop to grieve for her now it would do neither of us any good, the sirens were already closing in on my direction before I got to the end of my street. Any issues I had before were only amplified now, I knew I couldn’t control my temper long enough to talk to the authorities, my body h

     I woke up from a nice dream happily, letting out a huge yawn that was the equivalent of a small earthquake. I immediately threw a grin on my face because chances are that my yawn woke up my father, but it is my duty to annoy him after all. I let myself laugh happily as I walked to the bathroom quickly grabbing my tooth brush and removing any traces of morning breath, I winced at the thought. After cleaning up I walked down to the kitchen to find my beautiful Mom cooking breakfast, well more like waiting patiently for me to consume her creation and compliment her cooking. My mother was amazing, the kind of mom you

Before I could open the white rusted door I heard an earsplitting scream from inside the house. My body froze in it's place and I knew the scream of pain belonged to my mother...my heart fell out of my body as terrible thoughts ran through my head, my vivid imagination running away with me. I walked  into the pitch black house and slowly examined everything around me quickly noticing the signs of a struggle. The only light source was the sun leaking into the house from the front door I had left open. The sunlight revealed broken glass and broken furniture everywhere, my eyes were focused on a broken picture of my mother in the center of the r