Chapter 1

Screaming. That’s how it started, if I can recall correctly.

No wait, maybe it was the works of someone’s crazy mind formulating a plan that was so perfect it was imperfect.

But, that’s getting too far ahead of the very beginning on a quiet little street, Chimmendale Avenue where every character was considered far from evil. Where the only thing anyone could do was smile and do everything that was good in the eyes of a God that probably didn’t even exists. Every person has their own individual story all over this planet filled with billions of people but there are a group of people that went out of their way to go from the best people to the worst to help out this one little boy and a family of nothing. Of course it sounds good from a point of view when listening to it but in this case it was done for selfish reasons to find out what happened and who it was.

Let’s back up though. I’ll tell you every single excruciating detail of this story of the people, young and old, on Chimmendale Avenue, April 19, 1984.

It was night; the moon was full and high in the sky. You could see the face that the craters created and every twinkling star was so visible that night it was as if they were just fireflies hanging in the air. Young ones were in bed sleeping, while adults were watching late night TV shows with horrified faces. They were all waiting for the screaming to stop in the house down the street.

846 Chimmendale Avenue, home of 4. A young mother with two children and a husband who worked as a chief and all in that house. All anyone could hear was the fatal screams of the mother and children but not the husband. Of course, the rumor going around about how he beats his family didn’t help but no one dared to call the police because it wasn’t any of their business. They sat in their house just waiting for it to end so they could just go to sleep and never encounter this again.

One little boy however was getting fed up by the screaming from the house so he snuck out of his window to go see what was going on. When he reached the house, he climbed on the trash can to get a better look. He thought that it couldn’t be that bad and that they were just wimps, especially the girl that lived there. He always protected her from the kids at school and he called her out for being a wimp every day. He thought of her as a sister; it displeased him when anyone, besides him, laughed or made fun of her so he would kick them down.

He looked through the window and saw a shadow underneath a narrow door; within minutes the door opened and he looked at the face of his friend in horror. A bloody knife was her fate and being a little frightened boy, he let out a cry and the killer turned toward the window the young boy was at. The boy started to run but wasn’t fast enough for the killer caught him.

Know before I continue on with this story, no one actually knows if he saw the face of the killer except for me.

The killer only knocked him out; thinking he was dead, left him there; but in all actuality the young boy was only in a coma of sorts. The killer disappeared into the shadows, drove off down the avenue, and turned left leaving.

                Morning came and everything was as bright as sunflowers just blossoming. Families were just awaking, making breakfast, and getting their children ready for school except for one family. The Burgin family was frantically running around their house searching for the little boy.

“Redna! I see him. Davey, he’s across the street, come on.”

“Coming! Oh please let him be all right.”

They came running into the yard and over toward the young boy, Davey. The mother and father both saw the face of their son, thinking he had dies. They both started crying; the neighbors came out of their homes to see what was going on.

“Mrs. Burgin, do you want me to call an ambulance? I mean they could save the young boy or even if I call the priest maybe he could do something.” The rambling women went on and on about how to possibly save the boy. Ms. Hopkins was a nice lady no doubt but she had her outburst of crazy moments that are led to believe that when her husband died her screw went a little loose.

“Ms. Hopkins, please stop with your nonsense it does get rather old. You are right on one thing though, we should call an ambulance to see if this boy can be saved. For it looks like he still has a faint breath in him.” He can be quite mean to others however Mr. Robins is a 95 year old man. He can get cranky from time to time.

Redna ran into her house to get her phone and called an ambulance to take her boy to the hospital. It seemed like hours as the family waited for the ambulance to get there and once it did arrive the paramedics came out.

“My baby, will-will he be alright?”

“Yes, he should be fine however I believe he might be out for awhile. We’ll have to get him situated at the hospital and once we do we will have to wait for him to recover.”