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Living in hell, can take its toll on a person. But hey you learn to survive. The name's Cain, and im just an average kid living in a town full of people that hate every molecule of my being. Growing up, i was always the one that fallowed the rules. I never understood why i was attracted to girls, but living with your grandparents, you never did anything about it. Instead I went about my early years pretending to be the person i wasnt. That all changed after the guy i had thought loved me, hurt me in the worst possible way. We had been dating for almost 2 years, before we ever DID anything. I mean yeah we tried, but i always chickened out. Well one day he had enough. To make a long story short, i said no, but he didnt listen, then we both ended up in the hospital. After that, i tried to tell them what had happened, but they didnt listen. What was to do? I tried to find the answers at the bottom of a bottle, but never did. Instead i found myself in the arms of that which i hated the most, a guy. I could feel the remains of what i didnt remember. I got my a** outa there and havent touched a bottle since. That and the fact my brother would kill me. The truth of the matter is he is the only reason im still breathing. This is where my story starts.

Hey look, its me:


Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130
Age:17
Likes: Drumming, cigarettes
Dislikes: Alcohol, men, female clothes.

Gadge. What kind of name is that?... Ugh... Life just continues to throw evil things that carry drama. I just got away from the religious drama... Now life gives me a mother and father who are about to divorce. I envy my brother right now. 23 and in a big city on his own. Lucky ********. I guess compared to a few other loners in this city, I can be the lucky one at times. I'm hardly ever home unless neither of the parentals are at the house. I found this abandoned house that is right under the bridge that leaves the city. I hang there most of the time. It's my escape. I go to school then to the building or just skip at the building. Part of a small lake is by the house and also under the bridge. I dream here. Go figure... A failure of life is also a constant run away from reality.

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Height:6'
Weight: 143
Age: 18
Likes: heat, ocean, gum, animals, singing
Dislikes: cold, family, people

I walk in the school, just popping gum into my mouth. Delicious. Hands in my pocket, something in the room I just passed caught my eye. I backed up and watched a bit.
Three guys were grouped around a small table. Squeals came from over there. What the ********?... I stepped in and saw a small calico kitten laying against the desk. a scalpel was close to his chest. Anger built. My hand grasped the blade and pulled it away. I picked up the kitten and put it in my shirt pocket. It had to be the runt. "What the hell to you think you're doing to this creature?"
The guys looked at me with crude faces. "Who the Hell are you?!" The tallest one of the three spoke.
I leaned in. "You disgust me..." He lunged towards me. I jumped to the side. My fist collided with his gut. He fell. I just left without saying anything else. I reached up and petted the kitten. "You're okay now fella..." I smiled and kept walking. The annoyances around me faded as I drowned them all out. Time for class.
I hated the teacher. I hated the school but worst of all I hated the principal. "Mr. Jamison... No pets allowed."
"Tell that to the three idiots in the science lab." I walked off. Continuing to ignore everyone else.

I hold my school books close to my chest as I walked through the school. First day of school. Summer break was fitting into the new foster house... Now school. God... It just gets worse. She looked at the numbers on the doors. She stopped in the middle and looked around. She sighed as she couldn't find the door. The group of guys burst out of the science lab and bumped into me. My books scattered and i fell.
"Watch where you're goin'..." The tallest said. They continued to walk.
I sat up and stacked my books again. "Jerks" I looked up and saw the numbers. The numbers to the right class room. I sighed in relif and picked up my books. Heading in I took the last seat in the far back corner.

"What?" she growled, "I swear to god ill beat your face in if you dont tell me."

I watched as a group of guys walked down the hall towards me, but i didnt move. Finally they spotted me, and bee lined in my direction.
"Hey, freak, are you lost?" The tallest one said.
I glared at him.
"Hey, are you deaf?" he asked getting in my face.
"I would suggest you get out of my face before something bad happens to you." i said threw clentched teeth.
"Oh really?" he asked and pushed me.
I have to admit the look on his face, when i didnt move an inch was priceless. Hey just cuz im skinny doesnt mean jack. ANYWAYS. The next thing he knew he was on the floor with me on his chest.
"Heed my words," i whispered in his ear, my straight razor inches from his throat, "Laungh now, for one day you'll be screaming."
I pushed myself off of him, slipping my razor in my pocket, and slung my guitar around my shoulders. I looked across the hall and smiled. There was my room, which i went into and went all the way in the back. I pulled my guitar off, and sat next to a blond chick.

He stood back. Gadge wanted nothing to do with the jerk. Whatever caused it he deserved it. He leaned against the wall. He pulled out the kitten and began to play with it.