PROLOGUE

   I was fine, comfortable. My world wasn't going in circles. I was young, happy, carefree. I sat with my family, weird sister, Marilyn, mum, dad, and me, of course. Dean. It was a peaceful gathering, no hassle. Just relax and talk. As usual, I was teasing my sister about her deadbeat boyfriend, wonder what she sees in him anyways. He was just… There. Nothing special. Love or lust has blinded her, I suppose. Mum kept talking to dad in low whispers, and trust me, and I didn't try to eavesdrop. They had a bond I wanted for myself one day,

maybe. I'm not too big on love at the moment, if ever. We were talking about random nonsense, how I failed my test woefully. Funny enough, I got a C-, definitely not impressive in a house of geniuses. Marilyn, straight-A student, yet still finds the time to party, only God knows how. I concentrated more on my theories of Armageddon than the school itself. I became a sort of fanatic myself. Which, I regret, I solemnly regret. But I can't turn back time, or everything would have been different. It all began eight months ago...