Jackson Dickert

Abyss

Life hadn’t been very kind to Harold Kyle. As a child, Harold was unremarkable and never really had any true friends. People would come up to him and ask to be his friend, but he knew that it was only because they wanted to be polite. You see, Harold moved from the metropolitan area he was born in while he was 4 and moved to a small town about 3 hours away from his former home and family. Something about severing ties with their past and starting with a clean slate(and as he suspected, none of his “friends” made any attempt to keep in contact with him). Although Harold was young, he was old enough to understand that his parents and his family had a falling-out and were no longer speaking. He was never that close to his parents and as soon as he was old enough, he was out of the house. One day when he decided to go back to his old house to visit his parents, another family was in their place. They had moved without telling him. ‘Oh, well’ Harold thought. ‘They can handle themselves.’