"Come out and fight me like a man!" My dad yelled, a sad light in his eyes as he barked complaints from the sidewalk.

"You need to leave now!" My stepdad, Sleepy, responded in his regular deep and scary voice."You can't have him!"

"He's my son, not yours!" We're American, if you didn't figure that out.

"Please stop?" I whimpered, but i was too silent for them to notice. The fact they were yelling so much just because my dad wanted me to stay at his house for the weekend drove me crazy. I was too little to make a difference in their quarrel though, so they continued arguing.

The worse the insult, the worse the weather outside seemed to get. Before there wasnt a cloud in the sky. After about three or so minutes of them constantly yelling, black cumulonimbus clouds began forming.

"Get out here and fight!" my mind tingled with repetitivity.

"Go home, you're too drunk to watch him!"

"I'm not the alcoholic, you are!" They reminded me of two six-year olds arguing about a cookie (I'm not a cookie).

"I'm not the one taking his shirt off and swinging it around like a dumbass." It seemed my dad was drunk, for he was, in fact, stripping his shirt off and hopping around, taking practice punches in the air.

Lightning roared from all around as the trees began to violently away around daddy, as if his rage had stirred up a storm.

Sleepy held me closer to his side as the storm raged, but it wasnt making me feel any better since his voice would put a full sized biker in an intimidated state.

"You may be Gabriel's birth father, but you're not being a good dad to him, acting like this!" Sleepy yelled over the storm.

That seemed to hit a touchy point, for at that moment, the world hit a blinding flash of white, with a booming explosion that looked to try to fry everything. After the lightning disappeared, what was left of my father was just flaming grass and cracked cement, covered in ash and smoke.

The storm didnt let up though, and lightning started to strike everywhere. I looked up to Sleepy for instruction, of which he normally gave me, but he seemed to have been struck by the light as well, leaving more ash next to my feet.

"DADDY!!!! SLEEPY!!!!" I yelled at the storm, but nobody answered. All that responded was a bolt of lightning, striking me in the heart. Time slowed down as i watched myself turn to dust, bit by bit, slowly losing everything i ever was to just some stupid light, until a that was left of me was dust, just as my parents were.

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"BALLS!!!" I screamed, pushing myself off of my bed.

A Knocking of wood came from my door as the voice of my sister, Tristen, came through "Get up, it's Monday!"

"I'm up!" I yelled, my voice back from being small and squeaky to a slightly deeper and equally squeeky version. six years did next to nothing for my voccal chords.

Rubbing out the drowsiness in my eyes, i got a better feel of who i was. A quick inspection told me that i was still in one piece and not in ashes on the floor.hands, check. Arms, check. Body-

Who the fuck cares about the body? Zaanne complained in my head, as he usually does.We have hands and feet instead of hooves, that's bad enough already! Zaanne dislikes both humans and nice speech.

If you were trying to make a joke, you didn't think well enough on it.

maybe if i wasn't stuck inside such a shitty brain i could make better ones!

that crappy brain made you, so i guess you're right i thought to him, smiling to myself as he took the burn.

You know what? Fuck you.

I laughed as my grandfather, PaPa, yelled from the kitchen "what are you laughing at?"

"Waffles!" Was my response, as always. I wasn't the best at making words come out, so to answer minor questions i had always said slightly... Random words. They weren't too random, mostly associated with foods and animal noises.

I looked around my room for my school shirt, hopping out of bed and grabbing my every day items. The only thing i normally had on me was basic essentials, like my wallet, iPhone and a synthetic leather wrist watch that displayed both digital and analog time.

"Gabe! Get in here!" Tristen yelled from somewhere beyond my door. My sister doesn't like my sleeping habit, which was me sleeping at all.

"Gimme a sec!" I yelled back, finding my shirt thumb-nailed to the roof. now how did that happen?, I thought as i pulled it down and put it on. It was a regular school shirt, a black T with the school logo sewn in gold on the chest. Comfy enough, though i still disliked the logo.

My mom said i have only been going to this school for half a year, since i switched schools after i left the hospital.

Apparently there was something that happened 2 years ago that left me in the hospital with some type of amnesia, leaving me completly unaware of who i was or who the people around me were. For about a week now, i have been getting dreams about scenes from my past self, though they seem to be mixed with the random fantasies that appear in my brain, like lightning whilst arguing or water when I'm in a relaxed memory. The previous dream was apparently an argument about my dad and step-dad's custody over me.

So, Zaanne, what kind of dream do you think that was?

A crappy one, he responded, no actual violence, no ponies, no nothin! At least everyone died in the end, that made the whole thing better!

those were my dads, you shouldn't be so mean! And they aren't dead, Sleepy's back in college and daddy got his life together.

and when was the last time you saw either of them? Zaanne asked.

Same time i met you; Christmas. By the way, you're a crappy present, may i please refund you?

sorry, no refunds to insane people!, Zaanne answered in a laugh. He's a dick.

Bosh, I hear nothing but discrimination from thee, I thought in my best British accent.

"you're gonna be late for school!" he and Tristen warned me in unison.

"Coming!" I yelled, grabbing the rest of my socks and shoes, though it was hard to bend over since i still had thumbnails in my shirt. I exited my room to meet my sister at my door, dressed the same as me except for her pants, which where far too small for her, and the jacket she wore to try to look like she is only fat.

God, that bitch is fat, Zaanne said.

She's pregnant, what do you expect?

She's 16 and we aren't on TV yet? Complete bullshit!

Could you quit cussing so much, it hurts my brain. I complained, rubbing my head.

it's Monday, so no.

My sister gave me a brush and told me to fix my hair, then walked off to help my brothers, Mason and Jaden, with finding their clothes. I walked to her room, tripping on everything in the 7 foot hall i was too lazy to clean.

Going to her room, brush in hand, i quickly and obediently threw the brush on her bed when she wasn't looking. Next to her door was a box that she never used, a black box with a red rose burned into it by me. Opening the box, i found nothing in except the mirror papa put in the roof of the wood.

Wow, our hair's a mess! Zaanne said.

Just how I like it. I thought as I observed my hair, though it was long enough for me to see the front of my hair without the mirror. Every hair was curled and wildly messed around, each strand of dark blond seemed to be trying to repel from eachother. All of the hair was pushed to the right side of my head except for the back, which i let fall an inch below my collar, though the curls didnt allow so.

Zaanne grumbled, That's a big paragraph for explaining how your hair looks.

what do you mean?

"Load up!" Papa yelled, meaning "it's time to get in the van." I tossed the box carelessly onto her bed with the comb and sprinted to my room again to grab my school supplies, which was just a 500 pound black backpack (if you're a high schooler, you know I'm not using any hyperbole),a binder and a drawing journal.

Get to the choppa!, Zaanne alluded as I stuffed my journal into the bag and flipped it over my shoulder. My backpack was fairly torn, having ropes as the strap, though one rope broke off at some point, so it was more of a fanny pack that i put over my shoulder like Chewbacca's ammo belt.

My binder was the usual white binders you see in Wal-Mart, though the front and back covers had slots for me to put photos in to decorate. It currently had a picture of sonic on one side and the filly Rainbow Dash from "My Little Dashie" on the other side, both of which I drew. If you hadn't guessed, me and Zaanne are fans of My Little Pony.

Lifting the binder under my arm, i proceeded to the living room, though not before grabbing a handful of sausages from the kitchen. Now fully prepared, i placed my headphones into my ears, started up a random song on my phone, and bolted to the car.