A/N This is a chapter series and I will try to upload every Saturday at 4:00 (P.M. Central Time or Eastern Time 5:00) If I'm not able to get a story at that time or not on Saturday, please don't hurt me. *Hides* Okay, So if I accidentally don't post then I'll post at the same time on Sunday, but if it I plan to be away, I'll get it out right before I leave. I hope you like my first story!

"Don't you use that tone with me, missy!" Dad shouted. We always argued. It was pretty much part of our daily routine now.

"Yeah. And you're going to kill all monsters like you and your stupid AMD buddies want to. You guys are so cruel! You big butt-heads," I retorted. I have no clue why I had added the "big butt-heads" part, it sounded better in my head.

"Rachel Bay Faber! You are grounded for good! And tomorrow evening you will apologize to my co-workers at the Anti-Monster-Department whether you like it or not!" Dad fumed, his face was beet red purely from anger, and he tried to act menacing but was failing miserably.

I sighed and clutched my locket protectively like I always have. Why does he hate monsters? And if he did from the start, why did he marry Mom? Mom had always loved monsters, had even mingled and talked among them as if she were one. That was the reason she had been killed in the war. She tried to make peace, she had helped defend the monsters. A few of the other humans had shot her while she was waving her white flag high. She had tried her hardest, and that was what I admired about her. Some day, I wanted to leave and go find the monsters and be just like my mom. I wanted to break the barrier and free the monsters so we could all live in harmony.

I marched to my room with my head held high and called over my shoulder, "And by the way, it's Rae, not Rachel. And I'll say anything you want me to, but I definitely won't mean it. Ciao!"

The next morning we drove to the office building of the AMD, which is where Dad works. I apologized to his co-workers, no matter how evil they were. All I did was let my mouth do the talking for me and let my eyes wander around their offices. Each one had the same glossy oak desk with the same brand and version computer and plant in the corner. The same exact shaggy brown carpet, wall paper, ceiling-fan, it was pretty boring, though a few of them had a coffee maker, tea brewer, blah, blah, blah. Of course I knew all this, what the offices looked like, this wasn't actually the first time that I have had to "apologize" to Dad's co-workers. They didn't really care if I apologized or not, and neither did I.

The ride back home was atrocious, and that's an understatement.

I was holding on to the locket hanging around my neck like usual and suddenly Dad had decided to put his two cents in.

"Why do you always hold that stupid locket?"

Okay, let's get this straight, this locket has lots of sentimental value to me, And to some it may be stupid, but to me it's not, and Dad should know why. The fact that he knows why it's not a"stupid locket" to me really sent me over the edge. "What is wrong with you?" I frowned, genuinely curious.

"Rachel-" he began, "Rae," I said, "It's Rae." "Rae," he continued, "You know I'm not the one who has anger issues and insomnia, you are. We've discussed this already."

"No, I mean why do you think my locket is stupid? You know very well that it's not stupid, it's perfect. Plus, Mom's the one who gave it to me, that alone makes it awesome," I shot back.

"Don't you dare bring your freak of a mother into this! She was a lying bi-" he cut himself off, "Traitor, I mean traitor. It's just as true though. You're just as much as a freak as your mother is! Those vile creatures she called friends tried to kill us! They should all be dead by now," he hollered.

I took a deep breath and tried to act calm, though inside I was about to boil over with anger. "Dad, I am not a freak. Please do not call me that. And Mom was not a freak either. I love Mom and miss her very much," I said with a straight face. I used those calm-down strategies from school sparsely, but I knew I was already in big trouble, like usual, and I didn't want to push it. "Very, very, very much," I added for good measure.

"Well I don't," He stated, "In fact, I'm glad she's dead."

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride. A sickening silence that made me scared to even move. When we finally got home, I walked to my room and crashed on my bed to contemplate life for a bit. I did this frequently.

I lay in my bed, sheets and blankets under me and the ceiling above. The comforting darkness surrounding me with open arms that seem to wrap me in a warm embrace, just like Mom had. I began my contemplating session and closed my eyes. Soon the thoughts started to roll into my mind.

I wish I could just go away. I wish I wasn't here. Why did Mom leave? I loved her, and she just dissapeared. How could she just leave me like that? Why does Dad treat me like he does? I can't handle this. I don't belong. I hate myself. Everyone else hates me. My dad does. I do. I need to escape. I need to leave. But what will Dad say? What would my Mom say. Does it matter? She's not here anymore. I just… I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Then another. And another. Deep breaths. I need to decide. Should I go? Should I stay? My locket glowed brightly. I sat up and my Shiny, heart-shaped soul floated from my chest and suspended in air as if by invisible wires like those magic tricks for kids. The light rose glow lit up my room. I heard footsteps outside my door and tried my hardest to calm down. My heartbeat slowed, My soul went back into my chest and I quickly tucked myself into my covers.

"Rachel?" My dad asked as he pushed open the door to my room. Why does he never knock? "I'm sure you know how much trouble you're in."

I tried to ignore the fact that he called me Rachel. "Yeah. I guess so."

"You guess so?" He asked, confused.

"That's what i said, isn't it? Did I not speak loud enough?"

He sighed, "Rachel, you spoke loud enough, alright? Just let me talk."

"Just let me sleep, I'm tired, we can discuss this in the morning."

I turned around as he walked out shaking his head. I had a decision to make. Should I run away and rid myself of Dad? Or should I stay and not get in bigger trouble? I punched the pillow into a better shape. I'll think about tonight. I wouldn't get any sleep anyways, so I might as well make my insomnia useful.

gesdA/N This took me way longer than it should have, I'll make these longer if we get enough reviews. Hope you like it, though I know it was really short. Remember, stay psychotic