April 7th, 2009.

Regina Stark, Aged 18..

I don't remember how that particular argument had started, but it was the one that had ended everything, ended a relationship that was broken to begin with. One that wouldn't be fixed for another nearly 3 or 4 years.

We would hardly be on speaking terms for at least three. Just tense words of fake politeness.

Because I remember clearly the argument's ending quite clearly.

We were screaming, about how he had left my mother. How he was the reason my life was so screwed up. How he was the reason she was dead.

And it ended with this:

"Admit it!" I screamed at him, throwing my arms up in the air angrily. "I was a mistake! A mistake so miniscule you forgot about my existence! You didn't even remember she had told you she was pregnant because you were drunk off your ass! I'm a mistake. I'm worthless and we both know it! So just fucking admit it! You never really cared about her, since you replaced her! And you obviously never cared about me either. I'm damaged, so you got yourself a new toy to absolutely shatter and you screwed her up to. You never even cared."

And the worst part is, he didn't answer. And it was probably because he didn't know what to say.

But I was toxic, at the time. Poisonous to myself, to the people around me. And I didn't see it like that.

I saw it as confirmation.

So I did what I do best. I fled. I grabbed my stuff and went and lived in a beautiful Victorian house in the New York suburbs. Or really, the outskirts. The country.

Aprils Place. Where Dani and Dana lived at the time. They had found that place around the time they found me. Got the both of them off the streets, somewhere safe.

I loved living there. It was probably.the best place for me then.

Tons of children and adults running around, things being set on fire left and right. But it wasn't a dangerous place, it was home. Where I could learn how to control my powers.

And it has a lovely helipad.

Because my friendly neighborhood mickey mouse and semi older brother figure was always somewhere. And it was the perfect getaway. Though I didn't meet him till about a year or two later, katie met him about that time.

Katie was about two years older than Dani and I, and while it was about that time her and Dani and gotten married, she was always out somewhere.

I had grown here in this house that I was no mistake. I was a damn good thing and if my father couldn't see that then screw him.

But I didn't realize that he did see it. He just was really bad at showing it.