Depressingly staring out the window. One of the only things I can think of that could possibly become any form of entertainment while in the car, driving down an endless dirt road with properties left and right. Well, one of the only things, besides my music of course, amplified into my ears through the majesty of my DJ headphones, Skull Candy brand of course.

Don't cha ever wonder why they named their brand Skull Candy of all things? I mean how do you come up with a name combined of two things so different?

Oh, sweet, dear Inner, why the fuck are you back? All those fucking years of therapy gone to waste! Why are you so cruel?

Oh, Saku baby, missed you too bitch. You should know I'm always here . . . ALWAYS. Now, the hell did I miss?

None of your damn business.

Normally I'd be fine with Inner, but a few months after ridding my head of her, my dad was found dead in his car, gun at hand. I can't truly forgive her since I tried to conjure her up for a companion who would understand. But no, all I got was a note laying on top of the dead body of her boyfriend, stating she was on 'vacation'. Bullshit.

Changing topic. I never understood what happened, to my dad that night. How could my dad go and pull the trigger on himself when he had me and mom? Well mostly me, my dad was a cool stay at home dad's. I still remember him whooping my ass at Halo. He was the greatest, where as my mom was not so much. She worked all day, or so she wanted us to think. But setting all that aside, he never showed any signs of depression before. Well, at least, not the suicidal kind.

About 6 months after that, my mom started dating. And not the, 'oh I know you from my line of work', kind, nope it was the 'I just met you, and this is crazy! But here's my number, so call me maybe?' kind. But putting the way she hooked up with people aside, I never really cared, seeing as I was throwing a pity party for myself in the corner of my room, being as unsocial as possible. For example. I pulled out my phone and flipped it open, brushing off the thin sheet of dust and turning it on. After the screen flashed with the colors of my wallpaper, it only took five seconds for the on slaughter of stored text messages to barrage my inbox.

I now felt slightly bad for delaying all my friends explanations of why I was skipping school and cancelling arranged get togethers. But as I stated before, I'm depressed, heck maybe even slightly on the emo side, not as bad as Sasuke though.

Sighing, I deleted all the messages. I mean, hell man, I'm not reading and responding to all of that! Set it to vibrate, flipped it shut and shoved it into my right butt pocket, yeah, ha-ha butt pocket, I'm rolling my eyes. I'll get around to texting them later, maybe.

Anyways, I'm in the car with my mom, stretched out on the backseat staring out the window of the acres upon acres of green seas, in other words acres of grass that is starting to give me a headache. I turned my gaze to glare at my mother, driving oh so joyfully in the driver's seat, ignoring her 'emo in training' daughter. Deciding that she was ignoring my death glare, I turned to look out the window once more.

Glaring, glaring, glaring!

I'm with ya sista! Keep it up, maybe it'll catch on fire!

Too much sarcasm there Inner.

Bah! There is no such thing as too much sarcasm!

Here we go again. Inner, your grounded, go to your room!

But I don't wanna!

Inner?

I sighed in content at my now silent head. Just as I closed my eyes enjoying the peacefulness, we literally screeched to a stop. I hit the floor between the seats and my mom gleefully announced our arrival. Grumbling I sat up rubbing my abused head and crawled out. Feet hitting the solid ground I slumped and dragged my feet towards the trunk, which was now popped and pulled out my bags.

Hands full, I walked around the car, glared at mom and . . . person of male variety, I slugged up to the porch steps and sat waiting for the dolts to figure out I haven't shriveled up from the sun . . . yet. As they chittered I stood and examined the house. It was a small two story house with plenty of acres. Around back was a red barn and some fenced land surrounded with horses. Boxing in the land was a forest of trees. A very, thick, dark, creepy forest. Great, the better to get murdered in, huh?

I damned my luck, as per usual, and turned to see Person, as I officially dubbed him, lead mom into the house carrying all her bags. Someone wants to get in her pants, here's a hint, it isn't me.

I trudged to them and grabbed my bags following them in. I caught them at the stairs. As he turned to face mom, he finally acknowledged my pitiful existence and scrunched his face motioning to the door besides the staircase. I glared and walked towards it.

Hell yeah! We're gunna become Harry Potter bitches!

I groaned and hoped for anything but a tight cramped closet. I crossed my fingers and opened the door, seeing a staircase leading down. Oh joy, screw being Harry Potter, I get the dark torture chamber of happy rainbows and fluffy llamas.

I quietly trudged downstairs, and was warmly welcomed with a corner full of hay with a sheet atop it and a lamp. Which was kinda dumb considering there was no power outlet down here. Way to pick 'em mom!

One more glance and I noticed another stair case that must lead out the back. Sighing, I listened to what was going on upstairs that seemed like happy laughter and joy filled voices. I guess I could get used to this, for mom. I smiled thinking greatly of myself for this so called 'self-sacrifice', until I felt something small and furry rub against my leg and looked to the floor just in time to see a pink tail disappear through a fist sized hole in the wall. Gross, on second though, screw self-sacrifice, that's the parents job, I have to much to live for to be eaten by rats now.

Sighing in depression I walked upstairs, well mostly to get away from the rats. I glanced around in search of a mirror. I walked towards the living room finding a rectangular full length mirror hung on the wall. I walked toward it and was surprised by my appearance, but in my defense, locking yourself in your room in a corner not moving unless absolutely necessary doesn't have any self-admiration time.

Anyway, my reflection showed a unhealthy type of skinny, petite girl, with pixie cut short pastel pink hair and heavily eye lined dead emerald green eyes, with skin so pale it'd put a ghost to shame. I also hate to admit it, but I'm just short of swimming in my clothes. To sum up what I just said into five words: damn I look fucked up! Well, I would actually say four words and one letter, but whatever.

As I stared at the mirror I saw dearest mother laughing with Person completely ignoring my being, mature mother, very mature. I turned to face them and walked right by them, neither giving the slightest attention to me. Achievement unlocked: Invisibility. Joy.

As I stomped down to my . . . uhhh . . . haystack (or rat infested nest), I wished that father was still up and kickin' or, for the very least, that we never left the city and the only people that I knew. I damned my luck for the second time this day and fell unceremoniously onto the haystack, and happily let sleep over come me.

Sorry, I'm being a complete idiot, this is actually just the first chapter, edited to be longer. I know most of you are probably wanting to shoot me, and I promise to hand out tickets for that later. But right now, I feel the need to rewrite (edit actually since I'm a lazy person) every chapter, it won't take long. Also it appears as if I might be able to put up a cover. Fun. Anyway, shoot me all you want, but I promise I'll at least have all the chapters edited, and HOPEFULLY have a new chapter up at some point.