What I’m about to tell you is true, even though it sounds bizarre as hell. I’ll just start with my name so hi, my name is Trystyn Johnson and I’m what you call a Dimension Hopper. I live in a large city called Dimtopia. Dimtopia is filled with Dimension Hoppers, people who can travel to different dimensions with a powerful orb called a Warper. A Hopper gets a Warper when they are hired for the dangerous job on crossing dimensions.
Though dimension traveling is very dangerous, we Hoppers have special powers that range from soaring across the skys with magical wings to lifting things up with your mind to survive the dangers of traveling. Though everyone else has a power to protect themselves, me, on the other hand, don’t have any powers. I was apparently born with some kind of rare power, fire. It was horrible, everyone bullied because of this power. Only my family seemed to stand being around me. They were the only things I had that helped me through my life. They helped me control my powers and how I could use them to defend myself, attack, or run away. It wasn't until one fateful day, my life began to perish in hell.
This happened when I was 13 and walking home from school, singing a little tune.
“I didn’t smoke no grass today,” I started singing.
It was about an hour or so walked from school and my family was at work. My mom worked at a hospital, helping the sick with her healing magic. My dad worked as a fitness instructor, helping others to get fit and survive the dimension. My brother and sister worked part-time in random places. So, I had to walk from school to home.
I didn’t really care because, today was my birthday. I started getting closer and closer to my house, singing happily.
“Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right , here I am, stuck… in...the..middle...”
I stopped singing. I look to see police officers in my neighborhood, in front of a house...my house. I started a full on sprint, and quickly got to my house.
I went to open the door, but was stopped by a police officer.
“Hold on there little guy,is this your house?” he asked me. “Yes, this is my house, my name is Trystyn Johnson, what are you doing at my house?” He looked at me with uncertainty and took out his radio. I couldn't hear what he said but he then open the door to let me in.
I quickly ran in my house, seeing what the problem was. I ran in my living room and just stopped dead in my tracks. In the living room and saw my father, my mother, my brother and sister all lying down, dead. I couldn’t believe it, my family was dead. I just stood there shocked at what happened to them.
Tear were forming in my eyes the longer I was looking at them. An officer came up and put his hand on my shoulder, I didn’t even flinched, just looked at my dead family. “We found them like this kid, we’re sorry but we were to late,” I heard him say. I just stare and them, “Mom...dad...bro...sis,” I said quietly. I then got down to my knees and started crying.
‘They are gone, my family is gone, why did they have to die,’ I thought as I just lied there crying. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but didn’t care. It wasn’t until I felt someone pick me up, that I started moving and screaming. “NO, LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!!!” I screamed kicking at the one taking me.
A few minutes later, I finally freed myself from the cops grip and started running, using my powers and not looking back. I was on my own and was going to survive this hell...or die.