The sun tried to stray into my bedroom as I slept. My eyes were closed, but my mind was alerted. I could hear dad and Cain arguing down the hall about whether we should leave or move back to Florida. Maybe we're better off there. No, not anymore, since we would have to bring my slutty step-mom and her son.

"Well what am I suppose to do my Lord?! Be homeless! I left everything for YOU!" My dad shouted loudly. He hardly ever shouted. Shocking? "And now I have a wife, sons, what about them!"

"Riff! Don't you ever use that tone to me! I am your fucking master! I gave you everything you have right now!" Cain yelled.


"Yeah, including me, huh mom?" I muttered. I uncovered my face, and listened some more.

"You know get the hell out of here!" Cain finally said. I sighed. Thanks a lot mom. I jumped out of my messy bed and just stood there only in my boxers.

"Get up!" Izak stated as he ran down the hall. I walked up to the door. I waited, something felt unusual. Silence broke into the hole mansion. It was a silent scream of suicide. It killed me. When the phone finally ranged I took in a breath.

"Son," Dad said as he put his hand, the hand that always had the glove on, on my shoulder. "The phone is for you." He handed me the phone. Do I take it? I never get phone calls. Not ever…

"H-hello?" Nobody answered at first. I listened in closely. It was a girl crying. Who? "Hello?"

"Xander…" She hesitated as she talked. The voice was very familiar. It was in the back of my mind…Zoey. "Xander!"

"Umm, Zoey?" I questioned her tears and her hesitation. Something was really wrong, but why would she call me?

"Yes, Xander, it's Zoey!" She cried harder and harder. "It's Kurtis…"

My mind went numb for a minute. To hear her cry, to hear his name…what happened?

"What…" I stated uncontrollably. My body shook as every second passed with a no answer from her.

"Kurtis is… he's dead Xander! He's dead!" She cried hysterically. Kurtis is… he's dead Xander! He's dead! No, he couldn't be. He's not. NO!

"Shut up! No he's not! I know him, he's faking!" I yelled. I looked up for the first time and saw my dad leaning against the door. He stared at me. I wanted to cry, but not in front of anyone.

"He's not, trust me…I loved him, Xander!" She yelled in my ear. Should I tell her? Should I not?

" I did too…and I still do…" I whispered.

"W-What?"

"Nothing, never mind, its stupid." I muttered trying not to tear up.

"How'd he die?" I didn't want to know, but I needed to know. Fuck it.

"He was shot directly...in the forehead." She whispered quietly trying not to cry as much as she already did. FUCK LIFE. My only friend was dead. DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! One thing came to mind when she completed her statement…suicide .

"I…I have to go…" I whined, trying to hold back my hysterical tears. My best friend, whom I loved and cherished was dead.

Dad came up to me and hugged me.

"Shh, it'll be ok son."

No it won't….

Rest in Peace…

Kurtis Fitem

Age of Death: 16

Cause of death: Shot directly in the forehead. The bullet fractured the skull, and had gotten contact to his brain.

Loved ones: His mother Catherine, His brother Slithe, His best friend Xander, and his beautiful 15 year old girlfriend…Zoey.

He shall be greatly missed.