Chapter I



Four months later





Four months had passed since the tragic death of his beloved, Hannah. He had since separated himself from his old life in Corpus. He had found himself living in a shitty second floor apartment in Waco, TX. His personal health had deteriorated gradually since that night; his dark hair had been allowed to grow all the way to his shoulder blades. His father's old black leather jacket, which Jacob had once worn with pride, was now a dusty reminder of his past, having lost its shine long ago. His shirts were increasingly becoming more tattered and sticky from spilled alcohol. The only thing he had which made him sort of half-smile was the picture showing him and his beloved in happier times. He kept it along with her rosary on his dresser by his bed. He had never even looked at another girl since. Little did he know, was that things were about to make a dramatic and extraordinary change very soon.

His day truthfully began with a dream. In this dream,...