Since I'm not good with introductions, I'll just get straight to where I'm at right now. So basically my dad left us about six months ago right after when my mom had......let's just say a night that none of us will forget; a night when I saw a terrifying side of my mom that I never want to see again. It was when she didn't take her medication. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal considering it was only one day that she didn't take it but believe me, it was and it still is. I don't know about you but I love my mother no matter how much shit I get into with her. She got a note from her doctor saying that she has to take this medication every day because of a bit of a mix up in her brain. At least that's how she explained it to me. Which really confused the fuck out of me.

'Oh don't worry, honey it's just a serious interference with my brain it's nothing worth getting worried about.' My mom said.

Sounds a little suspicious right? No wait; sounds like bullshit to me. She didn't actually say it like but that's just how it sounded to me. It's like, you can't tell me that's NOT something worth getting worried about.

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My mom has this struggle about not being able to remember things. Little things; such as misplacing objects, important dates, phone numbers she always knew by heart, and two years ago she forgot how to drive; right in the middle of traffic too and we almost crashed into a guardrail. Her condition has a name but I can never remember and pronounce it because it's so long. My eldest brother took control of the wheel for the rest of that day. That's why I drivemyself to and from school and occasionally work. Even though I'm sixteen with just my permit. So I'm not technically supposed to be driving by myself. You could say that I'm "practicing" so don't say anything.

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The I's in those sentences was me; my name is Spencer Machulski; pronounced 'Mack-ulski' not "match-ulski'. It's a common mistake with me having a polish name. I'm 16 going on 17 and my birthday is in about a month, November 11. I'm 6 ft so I'm pretty tall for my age. So I get a lot of comments and jokes about my height and over the years I've learned to laugh at them. An interesting fact about me is that I'm part of this Acapella group at school with a couple of my friends and I'm part of drama club. Yeah, I'm a very theatrical kind of guy. I like singing and acting and all the sorts. I joined drama club when I was in 7th grade to bring me out of my shyness and I worked up the courage to try out for singing. I wasn't the most social kid and I'm still not. I'm still very shy and I keep to myself and my little group of friends I have. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing; I don't like high school drama anyway. The only drama I like is the one I signed up for. Or if I'm not involved in it so I can watch from a distance.

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So anyway on with the story, my two brothers, my dad and I were all home when this happened; when my mom didn't take her medication (because a certain someone's job was supposed to remind her and that someone is named Ashton) she had gone into hysterics; sobbing really hard, shaking violently, screaming at the top of her lungs with a high possible chance of damaging her vocal cords. It was like she was possessed. I'll skip the other parts for the sake of time but we ended up following an ambulance to the hospital. They ran some blood tests and everything and they said that she actually did have a seizure; a really bad one. She has a good chance of dying from a seizure if it's bad enough, but thankfully it wasn't bad enough to kill her. Anyway, She stayed over night and she was sent back home the next day. Ashton couldn't even look at my mom for the next week or so because he was that ashamed of himself when he didn't remind her. Now he thinks it's completely his fault and that she almost died because of him. First off, it was not completely his fault. I mean yeah he should have been more aware of the situation but it wasn't his fault, I mean things like this happen. And secondly, she did not almost die. At least I like to think she didn't....

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The day after the incident, my dad was gone. His things were packed and he left us nothing but the silver gray tabby cat he found on the way home from work behind a Chinese restaurant on a rainy day. He didn't leave us a note or anything. And he cut off all contact too. We haven't heard or seen him since. So we have no idea where he could've gone and why....

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But my dad isn't the only one who left us; my eldest brother Demon had left too and he did the same thing as my dad did so we also don't know where he went. He's been missing for weeks and he left no sign on where he is. And the ironic part is that he left a few days after my dad had abandoned us. Which makes me wonder even more about him and what's going through his mind. You see, Demon isn't very open with people. In fact, he's not open with anyone actually; not even his own brothers. He's never been really close with anyone either. Demon is kind of a funny one; whenever he seems to get close with someone, he either drifts away from them or cuts them off immediately without reason.

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Anyway, about my dad, what makes me absolutely furious is the fact that he left us and doesn't bother to call us back or give us an answer. My mom has gone through a lot of shit for the fifty-three years of her life and my dad has to make it worse; as if the seizures weren't bad already. But I'm not the type of person to be negative all the time and I try my absolute best to stay positive. The reason why I say that is because I've been thinking maybe where they went wouldn't be so bad. I've gotten so used to thinking that maybe my dad went to visit our Aunt Marie in Syracuse and maybe Demon went to go stay with his on and off girlfriend, Angel.

But I shouldn't have kept my hopes so high; my scenarios were far from what they actually were and I ended up being completely dead wrong.