Dreaming Dead

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A broken teenager wants more in life.
A home, a family, and a friend. He never knew what was coming that July night, big tall men came rushing in, tearing him away from the slumber of darkness.

The big men is black suits yell, throw and shoot. He saw his own parents. Run to save the toddler, his father suffered from a shot wound.
And his mother was taken away.
He cried, oh boy did he. The next door neighbor  heard all the crying and came in to find, a blood covered body, with everything out of place.
  The new man notices. The toddler, crying, and hugging the dead body,
Yelling mommy.

Moments later the cops come, take the toddler, and sat him in the car.
All while he was kicking and crying loudly, the next door neighbor knew this was hard.
So he took. The toddler in, kept him as his own.

But that kind neighbor, never knew that the toddler suffered from depression, anxiety, and cancer.
From the years, of raising the young man, he soon found out.

Now that he knew what would he do? Advanced lung cancer was no funny mater for the now 12 year old.
He just kept it a secret, only telling the one he trusted, Jade. Jade was his young 13 year old daughter.
((Whichever she stayed with the Devorsed. Mother))

Ryan, the dad, helped James with his social life, plus his normal life.
4 years later, he is now in high school, still known by the cancer.
James always had those dreams, of what happened that night. He was dreaming in different Points of view.
Firsyly is was his, then his mothers and then father, and next was an un-known person. It repeats.
He meets his first friend, Tyler. He is a nice kid, a bit buff, but is not gay.
James was more gay then the rainbow. He was happy as can be too.
Until a coma hits him the head, sending him into a world full of pain, love, and fake emotions.