Darkness, darkness... that's because I was asleep. I wake up, and that's when the strange things come to my sights. I walk downstairs, obviously have my breakfast, watch TV, the normal morning things most fortunate people do around my street.

My name's Jack, by the way. Normal life, normal school, normal friends, normal parents.

UNTIL NOW.

That's when things happen. My parents slowly slip down the stairs, the creaks of the floorboard damaging my ear drums and just like that, they were in the kitchen, mysteriously taking down their least favourite foods. Marmite (on its own) for mum, and grated cheese(also on its own) for dad. I'm guessing they are having a bad mood day, eh? That's when the thoughts travel into my malfunctioning brain. Last night , I remember my parents not having dinner, and making me all of my favourite things. I wonder why this what happening?

What was wrong?

Chapter 1