I woke up to the sound of muffled yelling, loud and screeching through the paper thin walls, my 'parents' were at it again. Jeez, it's like this every night, fighting, screaming, yelling, and to think they have a kid too. A young boy named Charlie, sweet kid, doesn't talk much but he's really nice, always puts others before him, even now I don't understand how he managed to be the offspring of such petty lowlifes. If you knew half of what I knew you would understand but I'm not gonna dwell on that now, Charlie wouldn't like it and I don't want him upset any more than he is now, even if he's not awake yet

Something porcelain was broken, I knew it was porcelain because it's the only thing we had-- they had in the house that could break, besides glass of course but glass was lighter. I grumbled to myself as I practically dragged myself out of bed, dragging my feet against the hardwood floors as I went to the door, I pressed my ear against the door, trying to listen to what the assholes were fighting about this time.

"Why did I even let you convince me to take in that freak?" The father groaned, Carl, I think his name was.

"I didn't hear you argue when we went to adopt the fucker." The mother was...Sasha? I never really paid attention to people I didn't care about.

So they were talking about me again, figures, I've been the highlight of their conversation for a long time now. Not that I cared or anything, I've been the topic of most conversations between the parents and the agents who took kids to the foster homes, but instead of worrying about the shit I do, they should be worrying about the well-being of their own kid who is the Four Leaf Clover in a Poison Ivy bush.

"That's because the little shit looked normal then, how the fuck was I supposed to know that he was a monster?"

Technically I'm not a monster, well not fully, half a monster, a hybrid. . ? Whatever. Either way, that's one of the reasons I've been through so many homes, that and the bastards the agent people keep sending me to are complete assholes, been through three homes before this one, doesn't sound like a lot but it's the content that makes it feel like its been ages since you've seen the light of day.

The first family had a daughter that used cut herself cause her parents kept ignoring her so she thought that was the only way to get her attention, I managed to get her to stop for the few months I was there but I'm not sure if she still does it now. . .

The second family was a posh perfect family, living in a fancy home, having expensive shit and rubbing it in the 'lesser family's' face that they're better than them but not all picture perfect families are 'perfect'. Dad's cheating on his wife with a call-in whore, mom knows but can't imagine herself living with the lower class, she takes out her anger(idiotness) on her daughter, starving her to get the perfect daughter with an hourglass figure when she was perfectly fine the way she was. Her face would lit up when I snuck in a couple hamburgers for her, not sure if she still sneaks in a few greasy foods but she looked better before I left.

And the third family...well let's just say they deserved to die-

"Get back to bed you little shit, I can hear your loud ass breathing through the fucking door," Carl yelled.

I jumped and backed away from the door suddenly, tripping on nothing and falling backward, sending a sharp jolt up my spine when I fell. How dare he interrupt my narrating!!!!

"Well maybe if you weren't talking so fucking hard I wouldn't be up right now!" I retorted.

"I heard that, you little brat!" He said pounding against the door again.

"That's cause you have ears, fucker, you should use them more."

I guess he didn't hear that part cause he didn't do anything after that. Charlie was up now and he was rubbing his eyes, looking at me with eyes sagging with concern and sleepiness.

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

"Nothing, just Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum at it again." I walked back to my bed and sat on the side, rubbing my face again to get more awake.

He yawned loudly and pulled the sheets off of himself, he had that look on that face. The 'I-know-you're-going-to-do-something-illegal' look, I hate that look.

"I'm gonna leave again. Tonight." I said, not looking at him.

"You're not coming back." He said matter of factly. A grim look on his usually cheerfully face, even if the smile was forced sometimes.

"Yeah, for good this time." I stood up and knelt beside my bed, looking under it to find my backpack that I packed to leave ahead of time. Yeah, I was prepared to leave the moment I got here. I pulled it out and opened it making sure I still had what was necessary, clothes, food, my phone charger and whatnot.

"You might get caught again." He stated glumly, his hazel brown locks dusting over his ocean blue eyes, he traced my every move as I went to my wardrobe. I searched the clothes I was going to sneak out in tonight, finding my dark red T-shirt with a pixelated crossbones on the front, navy blue beanie, black hoodie, black jeans and my monochrome converse.

"They won't this time, I'm going to the mountain."

"The mountain!" He gasped.

"Keep your voice down," I shushed, "the bats might come back again."

His eyes were wide and he had his hand over his mouth, still processing what I just said.

"B-but no one ever comes back from there."

"Wherever I end up, it'll be better than this hell hole."

I honestly didn't want to go and leave Charlie here with these...things...but he wouldn't come with me on my other attempts, even if I did bring him I wouldn't want him to get in trouble if we got caught. I headed to the bathroom to take a shower, what? Just because I'm practically I'm a ruffian doesn't mean I can't be squeaky clean while doing it.

After the shower I changed into my getaway clothes, making sure my ears were nice and snug under the beanie, and picked up my necklace, a small chestnut shell in the shape of a bear claw on a black thread-like piece of material, it was the only thing I had left of my parents, whoever they were. I always wondered why they left me here to suffer with these retards, maybe the 'Creator' didn't have anything better for a back story.

Anyway, I picked it up and spread the loop over my head, tucking it under my shirt to keep it safe. I turned and looked at Charlie again, his face was long and the dark circles under his eyes were becoming more visible. I walked over to him and sat on his bed, he looked like he was going to cry but kept the tears in, I was never really good in these kinds of situations but I tried.

"Look, I'm not sure when I'll be able to but I'll call you when I'm in the clear, maybe a text, K?" I said hugging close, rubbing his back to stop the awaiting breakdown.

"Promise?" He sniffled.

"Promise." I try not to get too attached to the foster family's kids but Charlie was cool, especially with my 'predicament', and he's like the little brother I never had.

We hugged and I ruffled his hair to get him smiling again, I unplugged up my phone from its charger and chucked both in my bag, I opened the bedroom window and the night breeze sent a chill up my spine but I didn't care. I glanced at Charlie one last time and gave him a small smile, he smiled too and waved, I jumped out the window which was on the second floor and landed like the elegant cat I am. Well, maybe not 'elegant' but at least I didn't face plant in the grass. Thank God.

I dusted off my clothes and ran off to the other side of the street, where all the darkness was accumulating. Yeah, the dark screams 'death' but staying with those so called 'parents' is suicide.

***

Oh. My. God!!!! Why the hell is this forest so dark? It's a full moon and the trees are practically naked, so why is it Pitch Black all over again??

Stray branches tugged on my clothes as I trekked through the dark path, some scratching my face, arms and legs and others were just plain bugging me. I cursed as one of them almost tripped me, cause apparently, it's 'Pet The New Species' Day in the forest and everyone is having a ball! Bullshit.

I honestly had no idea where I was going or heading to but my gut was telling me to keep going forward so I did, the forest started to get really thick now and it was becoming really hard to move through it, the thickness increased in making me more irritated by the constant harassment from the plant life. Yes, you can be harassed by a plant, Mother Nature can be a bitch so it's possible.

I pushed and pushed on with all my might but the thickness just wouldn't let up, almost as if it's trying to stop me from heading this way, for what reason? I don't know but the fact that this was stopping me from going where I wanted to fill me with determination to continue my efforts. So I did.

I fought and struggled against the barky obstacles until there was a sudden change in scenery, I could see the moon again and whatever its glow touched, I saw that I was at the edge of a giant crater on the mountain but something was off, I couldn't put my finger on it. I slowly looked down and realized that I was about four inches inside from the border of the crater, practically standing on nothing.

I sighed heavily and it seemed that gravity finally (but unfortunately) remembered it had a job to do, shit. I plummeted like a falling star and was engulfed by the darkness below.

WHAT THE FUCK, CREATOR!!!