1 prologue

I am a boy around the age of seven. I don't have very many friends or people to hang around with. my mother died on my birthday I'm pretty sure it was my fault that she died hate but my father I never said it was. yes my father may sound like a good person but to be honest I was just behind a broken smile everyday we cried in pain because I missed my mother so much. one day my father was charged with having some kind of drug I don't exactly remember what drug was because when this happened I was only five and then my grandmother had to come and get me because I have no one at home to take care of me and raise me. my grandmother was a sweet old lady yes she was just amazing she had a beautiful backyard with a big fancy house maybe three stories including the basement. She always told us that the basement was awesome women when I say ice I mean me and her her son that used to live there. England away about a year ago and be sure he was my mom brother but there's a lot of family stuff with it's hard to explain then one day hey I went into the basement no I was horrified.