the story starts in a dimly lit room a mother or shall we call her, crying over a body that was once her own son's, a tragedy like no other has struck, and killed the boy they used called Trevor, trevor was a good kid, he listened to adults and followed that they asked of him, but one faithful day as the clock struck midnight, Trevor turned cold and his heart beat withered, as trevor took his last breath he last heard his mother crying by his side, the mother filled with grief, wanted to create another trevor, months passed and years came, she worked hard to bring her trevor back to life, when she finally succeeded she was not happy....

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  why? why am i not happy?

  she cried, as she stared blankly at the figure of a body that was once her son but no longer

  it was moving but it had no soul, it had his face it had it all but it was not him...

  after all the work she had put was it all just going down in the drain? had she worked hard for naught?

  no, NO IT CANT BE!!!, SHE REFUSED TO ACCEPT IT

  She tackled the Trevor and held it down, as she gripped its neck with strength that could break a car

  "mother, its me, trevor" it cried

  but the mother felt it, it was crying but i was not sad

  It was not her son....