Purple Butterfly

<p>By the age of ten Chris couldn't dream of a better life. He lived right next to the Pacific<br>Beach in San Diego. A caring mother a guiding father and his best friend Samantha made life<br>worth living. Because of their friendship he had believed there was a God. It was on his eleventh<br>birthday his greed for an extra video game had his mother rammed by a black SUV with<br>robbers. He watched in grief as her blood melted on the hot asphalt.</p><p> </p><p><br>Chris was held accountable for her demise. He didn't deny it either. He was just a boy<br>but now his dreams had turned into nightmares. He forgot how to smile where the sun rises the<br>joy of playing football or when his stomach had a calling for hunger. He gave up on living on<br>God on Samantha and refused to look at his suffering father in the eyes. How could he take the<br>life of the woman this man loved so much? Whose other life has he taken unknowingly?</p><p><br>Then just as death couldn't come to him (after his innumerable suicidal attempts) he met<br>Lina. She was his classmate the girl with the purple butterfly tattoo. She came to him on<br>purpose. Eventually Lina warned him that he was not alone. She said they're listening and<br>watching. More importantly after seeing the other part of her he needed to know if she could<br>help him. And who was she?</p>