"Imagine..." Pt 1.

The Beginning Of The Underworld.

It started off as any other normal day at home, southwest of Virginia. We lived in a small, old, but still useful cottage. I was a normal boy, and I loved to help my dad on the farm. My mother years ago became a nurse for the military. She was brutally murdered by one of the soldiers who had driven himself crazy after time. When my dad got the news, it wasn't pretty. He had fell to his knees, and told me to go to my room.. So I did. My dad hasn't said a word since. No sign language, no nothing.. just, pure silence.  It was from there where I had to learn to "Take care of myself." I went through with it.

After some time, I grew to 16 Years Old. The Plague was spreading faster than anything else. I had to wear a Gas Mask, And I found my mothers old cloak. My mom used to be a Villager, before my Rich grandpa came to visit. He took us to Alabama, where he lived. When we returned to "Mettlesime," Our town home, it was nearly burned down. My dad cared much about his valuables,  and fled to our home to retrieve our stuff, but when I found him never to come out again, I just sat down, and cried. 

Thats when I began to feel weird. My heart stood dead in its tracks. I had now lost my Mother, And Father, In One Of The Same, Yet Different Ways.... Murder... I began to cackle. Then laugh crazily.. I took a Muzzle out of my cloak pocket, and placed it over my head. I placed an eye-patch over my left eye, which was now covered in scars from the falling wood, when i decided to start exploring the fire in search of my father. I had no luck, though. He lay there in front of me, burning, bleeding, and motionless. I tried to drag him out from the fire, but had no luck... I knew nothing could have been done, other then to let him Not, Go, In... It haunted me... ¨Don't Go In, Papa!¨ ¨Papa Please!¨ ¨Papa You'll Get Hurt!¨ .... It hurt to hear those thoughts... I heard them until I driven to Insanity..