Summary: A teen's life in ruins. A fatal accident that kills him...or does it? Prologue There’s always a specific difference when it comes to city life and country living. For instance, in the country, you can see the dome of stars that surrounds you as you rest. In the city, the only twinkling lights you can see are the neon signs that point you to the nearest drug store. These differences may be far off from each other but in the winter time, everything seems to melt together into one. The country side lights up the smooth hills with candle light windows and blazing fire places. The city livens the populations by doing the same, but in a different way. Some people rejoice at the sight of the incoming winter but for one, it’s a sign of loneliness. The sidewalks were wet with the newly fallen snow. They were slick, but not slick enough for someone to slip and fall. The crunch of salt was heard from beneath a young mans shoe. He walked alone in the night with his hands shoved inside his pocket. During this time of the year, this certain individual felt abandoned and alone. He had no one. An orphan, was his current title. As he neared the place where he had parked his car, he thought about every lonely night spent in the orphanage and the many more he had to experience. No one had come for him and no one will, to his knowledge. When his was a small child, his father left. Ran away from his problems and his family. Two weeks after this happened, they found him dead in a parking lot, a bullet through his head. His mother, after hearing the tragic news, dropped him in an orphanage downtown. She said goodbye and left, never to be seen or heard from ever again. She was gone. No one looked for her and, after begging and pleading to his guardian, neither could her son. This boy was left there for fifteen years and here he was, roaming the empty streets of New York. His name was Jacob Haus and he would never forget it. It was the sole thing he could hang on too in his miserable existence. Jacob climbed into his car and he brought it to life, the energy roaring to life and growling like a junkyard dog. The radio sparked to life as well, only to be quickly shut down by a click of a button. Jacob drove down the street, almost tearing up from the soiled memories. He wiped away the potential down pour of tears. He speed down the street, blinded by rage and sadness. He was going so fast that he never noticed the red light. As he looked up, he slammed the brakes, stopping with a defining screech. He panted, his heart pumping a mile a minute. To his left, a light started to grow. It grew stronger and stronger until the light split into two headlights. He glanced and gasped. The truck wasn’t stopping as Jacob shielded his eyes. He never felt the impact as everything went black.
