Hello and welcome to my first fanfic on this site! I'm sorry that this chapter is short, but I was working on limited time, so...
Anyways read it and let me know what you think. Don't hesitate to leave some constructive criticism, but don'th be too harsh okay?
EDIT: This first chapter is crap, I know, and I plan on revising b it at some point, but just bear with me, because it gets better in the chapters after this.
I woke with a start. In the next room I could hear crashing and yelling.
"You stupid fucking whore! I told you not to sign him up for that bullshit!" I heard the Bastard yell, followed by a smack and the sound of crying.
"B-b-but I th-thought it would be g-g-g-good for him…" I heard my mother sob. Jesus. It had only started, and I was already tired of hearing this shit.
As the yelling continued, I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my hoodie and walked out of my room and down the hall, intending to sneak past all the commotion and get out of the house. I had made it to the door and was about to turn the knob until-
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I turned around to come face to face with a bad temper and even worse breath. I stood there and stared at him saying nothing, hoping he would focus his attention away from me. "You better not be going to that damn music competition" he said.
"No" I said.
"No, what?" he said, his breath reeking of booze.
"No, Father" I said, each syllable clawing and biting its way out of me. Every part of my body rejected the thought of calling this abusive fuck "Father".
"You'd better not, because if I find out that you were, you're going to be in some deep shit." he said.
I nodded to him, and walked out the door. We have sort of an agreement: I do what I'm told and stay out of his way when he's pissed and beating on mom, and he doesn't throw me through a wall. As much as I wish it was different, I really can't do anything to change it. If I told anybody, he'd have enough time to kill me before they finish any sort of investigation they would have, and I can't fight back, mainly because my 5'9", 130 pound frame wouldn't be shit compared to his 6 feet and 200-plus pounds of muscle. That Bastard really pisses me off.
I got to the old ass warehouse that I usually hang out in when I need some quiet. I skirted around to the back where I left a door unlocked. I went in and flopped down on the old couch I dragged in there and stared at all the half-assed recording equipment I had in there. I had originally set this place up to be a hangout spot for when I made a band, but the Bastard ruined that for me by beating up some of the guys who were going to be in my band, so now no one wants to join. Needless to say, I just use it as a place to be alone now. I had closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep until I heard the door bang open and loud footsteps stomp in. I felt myself get yanked up to my feet by me shirt, and I knew who it was as soon as I smelled his breath.
"So since you can't go to that bullshit competition, you go behind my back and set up your own halfassed music setup?" the bastard growled, before punching me in the gut and tossing me to the floor. I lay on the ground, gasping for breath. "You are fucking pathetic." He said as he kicked me. "You think you're dumb ass will ever do anything useful?" he shouted. "You're worthless! You're nothing! A fucking joke! I picked myself off the ground as fast as I could and tackled him to the ground. Screaming, I pummeled the Bastard's face as hard as I could, grabbing his head and slamming it into the concrete floor.
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO IS WORTHLESS!" I screamed, "YOU ARE AN ABUSIVE, ALCOHOLIC, SELF-CENTERED ASSHOLE!" He grabbed me and tossed me off of him. We both scrambled to our feet and rushed at each other. He went low and punched me in the gut again, before slamming me into the ground. When I hit the floor I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head. The pain quickly faded away and I tried to get up, but my body wasn't responding. I struggled to move while I watched the Bastard's face transform from anger to shock to fear. He ran out of the building and left me there… eventually, everything went black.
My eyes opened, revealing a featureless landscape. For some reason I was standing up, instead of laying on the ground like I was before.
"Welcome" a voice said. I looked around to see where it came from.
"Where are you? Wait, who are you?" I asked.
"I am what your kind refers to as 'God'." the voice replied.
"God..." I repeated dumbly,"But if you're God, then that means I'm..." my voice trailed off at the sudden realization. "Holy shit."
"Yes, you have died," God said, before releasing a small chuckle and following with, "But I doubt shit can be considered as 'Holy'."
I ignored his little joke and got straight to the point. "So what's going to happen to me?" I asked, "Am I going to Heaven or Hell?"
"Neither" God replied.
"Neither? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You are going to neither Heaven nor Hell." he said.
"Okay this is getting really fucking annoying, just tell me what's going to happen!" I yelled, frustrated by the enigmatic answers that any gave me more questions.
"I can not tell you exactly where you will end up, all I can tell you is that you are going to get a second chance at life." He replied calmly.
I stared at him in confusion. A second chance? What would that mean? Will I be reborn or transferred in my current state? I decided to ask the only question that made sense. "What do you mean by 'given a second chance'?"
"You will be transported to another universe altogether, and given a chance to live out the rest of your life."
I thought this over. On one hand, I could end up in a really fucked up world, or I could end up in a pretty decent one. "Okay, I agree."
"Who said you had a choice?" God replied.
"Wait, I didn't have a choice in the first place? You can't do that!" I shouted.
"I'm God, I can do what I want" he said smugly.
I felt a tugging sensation and instantly knew what was happening. Before I got sucked away, I yelled one last thing:
"You fucking suuuuuuu-"