Jason Ronald Intille 
JETTE [EPUB ebook] 
RISING FROM THE BLACK

This series is based on a true story.

This is the evolution of Jette’s traumatic journey through significant events, one year of his life at a time, starting at birth. Written from a first-person point of view, this book brings you through an evolution of the dramatic events caused by ‘The Black.’ ‘The Black’ represents fear, sadness, and anxiety that Jette was infected with by his toxic mother. ‘The Black’ is here to destroy the innocence of Jette and pushes his mental stability to extremes.

Each chapter begins with no knowledge of the situation Jette is in. As you read further, the story will evolve, sucking you into the situation leaving you with anticipation for what happening next. The progression of this series will bring you through an emotional rollercoaster while fighting ‘The Black.’ This progression of events molded Jette into who he was as a child and who he became as a future father and entrepreneur.

INDUCTION:

The nutrients I am given are not from my own purity. They are from the womb in which I am surrounded and confined to. What consumes me isn’t my choice, but the choice of my god, my creator. My god’s eternal umbilical cord is wrapped around my neck, slowing suppressing my blood flow. In moments, death will become me. I am frozen in fear, saturated in heaven’s evil. My blood, my soul and my fragile heartbeat, easily consumed and unprotected. This evil suffocates my innocence while my burning veins are filling with poison. This lifeline and connection is the eminent self-destroyer of my purity. Even while swimming in a pool of my own shit, I see it, I feel it, this evil – ‘The Black.’ It is becoming me, taking possession of my body, planting its seed, then growing like vines consuming the tree. Covering every branch until the tree is no longer a tree, it is a towering lifeless symbol of death encased and infected by that seed, that curse, it’s Black. This evil is attaching itself and growing through my virgin blood, tainting my innocence. The Black consumes me, I need it, I want more, it hates me, don’t leave me! I love you! The deeper I fall, the more I need, the closer I am to my creator, the darker I get. Suddenly I feel the Grim Reaper slash his scythe through my belly. I scream in blood-curdling pain. Please don’t take it from me!

This isn’t death … This is my curse.

This is ‘The Black’ – and my mother let it in.