So I just got a new phone so I can start up again and I've been taking these things called writing classes so yeah...

Lincoln age 16 sat in his room shaggy white hair in his eyes he flipped it to the side and pulled out the gun. A grandfather revolver that shined in the light he spun the barrel. *CLICK* Nothing. Once again he was sitting there speechless. Lynn Sr. had left after Rita shot herself a few years back. He took the twins Lisa and Lily. The state gave Lori custody over Lucy Lincoln and Lynn. His best friends Clyde and Trystin had also moved in due to circumstances but it was one of those days where no one was home so he could contemplate what life after death was like. Of course he didn't have the "stone" to do it. So he left it to chance.

Lynn and Luan had also moved out to go pursue there own dreams. Lynn now 18 was atending UNLV on a scholarship in sports. Luan now 19 going to Harvard to be a comedy actress. Both doing well. Lucy was 14 at home attending Royal Woods High being the youngest loud left in the house. Luna now 20 had her own band and was making her third album being the primary bread winner in the house, she had dedicated an entire album to her mother and home life. Leni now 21 decided to continue designing her own clothes and had a kiosk at the mall where she sold clothes she designed, though she did develop a slight smoking problem. Lori at 22 had opened a diner called Rita's after her mom, she managed to help Luna with bills and enjoyed her work, and her marriage to Bobby who worked in the kitchen. Trystin was 17 he had moved in when he wss 13 after his father had kicked him out on Christmas, he was apart of the family ever since though he had his issues he always helped around. Finally Clyde now 16 had moved in when he was 15 after his parents gave him the choice to move in with Lincoln or go to LA he decide it would be better to stay in Royal Woods with his friends.

Lincoln was left traumatized by the events of his mother. His beloved Ronnie Ann had been kidnapped and later found dead in the woods. And his father despised him because he blamed the events of his mother into him. He had no clue where they moved and was trying to move on with his life but never could.

"LINCOLN" yelled Lucy from downstairs. Lincoln huridly put the gun between his mattress and walked downstairs. The short goth stood there waiting for him. She was always first home after Lincoln.

"What's up Lulu" Lincoln asked in a somber tone, wishing he wasn't always needed by someone for something.

"I need an end to my poem" Lucy stated calmly.

"Ok let me hear what you have so far and we will go from there"

"Alright,a dark filled night, only a sliver of the pale moonlight, no one knows his fear ofbwalking alone, and cant feel the fright in hus soul, he walks steady in pace moving so slow to his demise, he has no true home, no light at the end of the road, and that's all I have for now."

Lincoln scratches his chin "He walk and walks till the day he dies, wishing to see true emotion in someone's eyes, for someone to take him in, out of the cold dark with storming winds he tries so hard but to no true avail, he no longer wants to live, so in the end he will choose to give in." His eyes water slightly but he wipes the tears away. " How's that Lucy?"

She looks at him through her bangs wishing he new how she truly felt for him. How the pain in his soul drives her to want to be his everything, to want to be the fill to his void. He also doesn't realize the poem is about him. "That's fantastic thank you" Lucy hugs him and walks away in silence.

She reaches her room. It's fully black now since Lynn is gone. "Why can't he see that I love him, that I yearn for him in the darkest depths of my soul." She thinks to herself. "I know it's wrong, but to me it feels so right, I want to tell him but what if he tells me I'm a freak, a monster, calls me crazy, and laughs at me." She plops onto her bed and writes down the rest of the poem. A dark filled night, only a sliver of the pale moonlight, no one knows his fear of walking alone, and cant feel the fright in his soul, he walks steady in pace moving so slow to his demise, he has no true home, no light at the end of the road, he walks and walks till the day he dies, wishing to see true emotion in someone's eyes, for someone to take him in, out of the cold dark with storming winds he tries so hard but to no true avail, he no longer wants to live, so in the end he will choose to give in.

Lincoln is sitting on the couch flipping through channels aimlessly. Out of no where the door opens and Trystin and Clyde step through.

"Hey man we wanted to go skate around so get your bitch ass the fuck up toss on pants and let's go!" Trystin says in a aggressive tone.

"Fine, let's go tear it up" Lincoln says with a smile and leaves to get ready.

AN:Ok this story is being redone let me know how you like it this I the redone chapter one I'm gonna be working on to later today very latest it will be released is Sunday.