Reece lied there in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he listened to the rushed sounds of his family getting ready for the day. Riley most likely gathering all his homework papers and stuffing them in his bag, Amy figuring out her outfit for the day, Jazmine making breakfast for her two kids, and Allen-

Loud bangs sounded from Reece's closed, and locked, bedroom door at that very second. What timing.

"REECE! Get your ass up!" His father, Allen, shouted at him outside the door before he was heard walking away to no doubt kindly greet his other children and ask how they slept.

Reece sighed heavily and reached up, rubbing his face roughly before reluctantly getting out of bed. It wasn't like he had much to do, having not slept the night before. Then again...he doesn't sleep anyway. Insomnia sucked ass.

He sighed heavily and checked all his piercings, making sure he had them all in on his ears and the one of his nose. He glanced very briefly into his mirror that he had above his desk just to make sure he didn't look like a complete mess before looking away from himself. He never liked looking at himself...because he wished he wasn't able to.

He went to his closet and quickly changed his clothes which consisted of black converse, dark skinny jeans, a black and white shirt, and a jacket. To hide all the mean scars that littered his forearms. He then snatched his bag off his electric piano bench before heading to the door.

He unlocked his bedroom door, really not wanting to leave the sanctuary of his room. It was the only place he could get away inside the house. He opened it though, knowing he had to drive his siblings to school. He noticed that their rooms were empty so concluded that they were eating breakfast.

As he made it downstairs, he found that he was correct. He saw his father, mother, twin brother, and one year younger sister was sitting at the table and eating pancakes.

"Morning, Reece!" His sister, Amy, greeted happily once she saw him. She picked up a strip of bacon and offered it to him as he walked past. "Eat this, please."

"I don't want it. You eat it." He told her, not even sparing his parents a single glance as he grabbed a glass to fill it with warm water.

"...Reece, I told you not to do that. It's not healthy. Eat the bacon." She frowned at him worriedly, still holding the bacon out toward him.

"Amy, quit it. Eat your breakfast." Allen told her firmly. "Let him do as he pleases, he's just going to whither away. ...not that I care.." He muttered the last part under his breath.

Reece stared at the wall ahead of him and slowly drank his warmed water, his heart clenching in his chest at happening to hear the muttered words. Though his expression remained neutral, he was hurt. Sometimes...just sometimes...okay, no. That was lie. 99% of the time, he just wished his parents loved him for...him. It wasn't his fault he was broken. He didn't ask for the demons to reside inside his mind. He didn't ask to have to fight every day to stay alive and protect himself...from himself.

Yet they hated him for it.

He sighed heavily and set the glass down in the sink roughly causing a loud clanking sound. "I'll be waiting outside when you're done.." He told his siblings lowly, walking past the table rather quickly. He just wanted out.

"Reece.." Amy frowned deeply before shooting her father a glare to which he completely ignored, continuing to eat the breakfast on his plate.

He regretted nothing about how he treated Reece. He wasn't the son he imagined. He was screwed up in the head in more ways than one and that wasn't his problem to worry about. He didn't ask for a messed up son when he and his wife decided to have children.

Reece grabbed his car keys from the table beside the door, patting his beloved white German Shepard, Cali, goodbye when she followed him to the door. He left the house and slammed the door behind him before pausing on the porch with a heavy sigh.

"...yet another wondrous day in utter hell."

A/N: Decided to rewrite this since I changed A LOT about Reece and his family since I wrote the first chapter. I hope it's better and more...feelsy. My baby needs a lot of love.