Growing up I never had a family. You know the kind that say they love you, goodnight, told you everything would be alright, the kind you run to in the night, the kind every kid wants.

No instead my father beat me and my mother well she never wanted me. She would insult me in any way she could. I was never happy with them so I did anything to piss them off.

That's why I became Goth, that and for once I felt like I didn't have to cover my pain. Though with the Goths it was like the family I secretly wanted but never got.

I hated that I would never tell them that and that I would think these conformist thoughts. The other Goths if they knew what I thought would they let me stay maybe.

Henrietta the only one out of us who used their head the most it seemed. If anyone had a problems they went to her for she did know it all. She was the wise older sister.

Dylan the only one that made me feel some kind of emotion. Dylan was the one who couldn't give advise worth a shit but if you needed someone to distract you or just give you that comforting presence. Dylan was the pointless wife who pretended to help but manly kept them happy by sleeping with me (1).

Then little Georgie he never partook much in advise and he usually got a lot from Henrietta. Georgie was like the youngest kid who was the spoiled one.

As for me well lets just say I had the husband and father role in our screwed up Goth family. The only family I knew off and loved as conformist as it sounds.

Ok and that's it now um for the ramble um I have no clue what went though my head when wrighting this and I still can't get dialect ugh. Um I finally got off my ass to type this. And typed it at 12:12 so yah it probably sucks.

(1) If you can guess what story that is from I will write you a story but I can say it was based of one of my favorite stories *hint hint*