Chapter 1
May 24, 1979 William Philbrook Cipher was born, a blond hair, brown eyed boy, very happy. Weighing in 7 pounds. Though when he was born his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, almost cutting off all his oxygen. a blue faced baby. More common then you'd think.
"Jane, that's a beautiful son you have"
"How old is the cute little guy"
"Oh what a cute child"
All said for the first few months, then we moved. My family moved from Oregon to Saskatchewan in Canada. My family lived there till I was Three years of age, Then we moved to British Columbia, life was pleasant, Anabel, Mom, Dad and I we were all happy, with many cats, two dogs and a ferret. That was until everything went down hill.
My dad got laid off from his work and had to move away, all the way to Alberta for work. at this time I was in grade 2 Anabel in grade 4. It was then Mom started messing around. See, every summer Anabel went away, I'd be alone with mom and dad, but now it was just mom Ana and I, so we took that and The first summer without Dad, Ana and I went to his house for the summer, as mom settled into our new house.
The end of the summer came quick and I didn't want to leave, so we started school in A small town outside of Edmonton called Leduc. but that didn't last long for Anabel, she left a while in. She lived with a foster family, away from me, but it didn't last seeings as our mom moved out to Edmonton and took Ana in with her for her Grade 6 year. Part way through my grade 5 year Ana got moved into another foster home and I stayed with Dad, mom was in custody of the police and we would see Ana every weekend, that was until she started to show up with bruising up and down her arms.
Ana then disappeared until my 12th birthday when I finally heard from her through a social media site known as Facebook. She told me she loved me and she was sorry. Then I didn't hear from her again.
About two years later when I was 14 I was told Anabel killed herself and I sunk into a depression, living most of my life without my sister, only to find out she took her own life away broke my heart. My mom was killed in a car accident while she was drunk off her ass and high as the clouds. My dad was a working man, would be out of town for weeks at a time, eventually I just accommodated to this lifestyle.
I remember one day, clear as clean glass;
March 18th, 1993
Dad walked into the room "William?"
"Yes father"
"Do you have plans for tonight?" He asked me and I shook my head with a small "No"
Dad smiled "Good, get your jacket and shoes on"
I just did as I was told, Dad met me at the car and we drove in silence to a forest where he told me to get out and he sped off. I was very confused then I sat at a tree and waited. I waited hours, and eventually fell asleep.
I remember waking up cold and tears straining my eyes. I had groaned and moved looking around remembering dad had left me.
I remember getting up and finding a rope, climbing a tree and hanging the rope I turned into a noose, and I slipped it around my neck. With a shaky breath I spoke "I'm sorry Anabel" and slipped myself to the ground, as I started to lose consciousness, I saw something that made me at peace.
Snow.