CHAPTER 1: Michael Burset.

I guess when some of y'all look at me, y'all might've gotten the wrong impression. He's a thug, or he's one bad ass kid. He's a loser, he won't make it in life. Well that might be true to you, but it's definitely not true to me. You see you don't know how much shit that I had gone through for the past couple of years. Everyone in my life had really disapointed me, especially my father, or should I say mother Sophia. And if you think that I'm gonna call him mom or mother, then y'all can kiss my ass because I ain't doing that. Y'all don't have any idea what his actions has done to me. He was my father, he was my hero. I looked up to him, depended on him. And now, he's a mess. Yeah, I said it! He's a mess, and I'm sure as hell not going to accept him as a woman. And my dumb mother, she just went along with it like it was nothing. They didn't even give a damn of what I think. What about my perspective of my father, what would all of my friends think, or the other kids throughout the neighborhood. But eventually all of them would find out about the situation, and there was only one way that I could think of to deal with this scrutiny. I had to toughen up, even if it involves me acting out. And that's what exactly what I did, and all of that paid off. If people started to mess with me, I'd beat their ass whether they were big or small. And the best part of it was that I instilled the fear and my power over them so they won't ever mess me again. But I couldn't just stop there. I began to hate my father, and i started to resent him. The more he started to transition, the more dark I became. I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to teach him a lesson. I knew all of the schemes that he did to get that money for his little surgery, so I gave the police a very early Christmas present. When I saw the look on his face when they put the cuffs on him, it was priceless.

I felt like I was on top of the world, like the King of the castle or something. People were becoming beneath me and I loved it...But at the same time...there's something that was missing...like I feel numb, in other words...empty.

Michael finds himself in a desserted hallway that is covered with fog, he didn't know which way to go. He starts to wave his flashlight.

"Hello?!" shouted Michael. "Is anybody here!"

There was no answer.

He then walked forward cautiously looking all around. As he was walking the fog started to thin out a little bit, and he could see a metal door with a white tag on the door knob. He rushes to the door and tries to open it but it was locked. But he sees a key card that was on the table. He takes it and scans the door and it opens automatically. He turns on his flashlight as he goes into the room so that he can find a switch to turn the light on. When he finds it on the side wall and turns it on, he was startled by what he found next. On a table, there was a body with a sheet over it.

"Holy shit," Michael said, in a shaky whisper.

He slowly walks over to the table and started to pace around it. As scared as he was, he was curious to see who was under the sheet. So he slowly got closer to the upper half of the table, he puts one hand over the sheet and quickly yanks it off. Michael's eyes widens in horror as he looks at the corpse of Sopha Burset. Her body was badly bruised and beaten, and even with her eyes closed her face is filled with despair.

"Dad?" Michael's voice was shaken with emotion.

All of a sudden Sophia's eyes shot open which caught Michael off guard. Michael scurries backwards as Sophia slowly rises in a seated position. She turns and faces him like she was staring into his soul.

"Michael," said Sophia blankly.

"What the fuck is going on?" said Michael frantically.

"You betrayed me Michael," said Sophia, now getting up from the table. "I'm very disappointed in you."

"You stay the hell away from me you freak!" spat Michael as Sophia walks towards him.

"I brought you into this world, tried to raise you, tried my very damn best to give you a good life! And this is the thanks I get?! You ungrateful ass punk!"

"N-Nah man," studdard Michael as he backs up some more. "It's nothing like that."

"It's time Michael," said Sophia in a scary tone. "It's time that you get what's coming for you.

Then Sophia goes and attacks him.

Michael almost screams when he jumps up in his bed. Sweat was pouring down from his from his forhead. He looks around his familiar bedroom and sighed with relief. He checks his alarm clock and it was four in the morning. He wasn't planning on going back to sleep, he had enough nightmares for one night. So he decides to go downstairs to get something to drink.

His mother Crystal was sitting at the table drinking her coffee and reading her newspaper when he walked in.

"Hey," said Crystal, looking up from her newspaper. "I see I'm not the only one that is up at the butt crack of dawn."

"I couldn't sleep," said Michael, blankly. He opens the fridge and takes out a small bottle of Sunny-D.

"Man, I tell you, it's been a really tough night for me as well," said Crystal. "This shift at the hospital has wore my ass out. You up on your feet for hours and there's no slowing down."

"Aren't you scared that you might over do it or something?" asked Michael, skeptically.

"I'll be alright baby," said Crystal. "At least at the end of the day, I have a home to go to."

Michael takes a sip of his drink.

"Are you so you don't need help paying some these bills," said Michael. "Cause I can get a part time job or something. It's no biggie."

"Now we've been over this hundreds to times Michael," said Crystal, giving him a serious look. "I don't want you to worry about getting jobs. But I do want you to worry about studying to get those grades up so in the long run you can get a better job so you don't end up in this situation.

"Yes ma'am," said Michael.

"And Soph-...your father would've wanted the same thing too," said Crystal, carefully.

"I bet," said Michael, with a little chuckle.

"I hope that he's doing okay," said Crystal.

"Why, what's going on?" asked Michael, as he goes to sit at the table across from Crystal.

"They called me from work saying that he was attacked by other inmates," said Crystal, studying Michael's little reaction. "So they put him in the SHU for protection."

"But don't people start to go crazy in the SHU?" asked Michael, curiously.

"I don't know," said Crystal, honestly. "But whether you're there for protection or not, that's the worst place that they can put you in. It's nothing but isolation. All you do is sit and do nothing."

"Is he gonna get out?" asked Michael, sounded surprising concerned.

"I don't know, honey," said Crystal. "Only God would determine his fate.

Michael takes another sip of his drink as he was briefly occupied with his thoughts. Then he turns back to Crystal.

"Mom? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?" asked Crystal.

"I know that me and dad, um...don't get along too well," said Michael.

"Yeah, clearly I can see that," said Crystal, with a scoff.

"But, I feel like I hate him so much!" said Michael. "Like I don't even know why he what he did in the first place. I mean what happened?...He used to be my father, I felt so safe and protected around him. He was the first person to teach me how to be man, and now he threw it all away."

"It's no easy way to say it," said Crystal. He just felt more comfortable being a women. I guess that's the new trend these days."

Michael shakes his head.

"But that doesn't mean you go disrespecting him you know," said Crystal. "He's still your father...or mother."

"Damn that sounds creepy," said Michael. "Even when you say it."

"Well, whether you like it or not, you gonna have to accept it," said Crystal. "There is no way around it."

"That's what they all say," said Michael.

"You can't hate him forever, Michael," said Crystal, getting up from the table to put her mug in the sink. "Eventually you have to put your differences aside and give him all the support that he ...or she really needs."

Michael sighed as he looks in another direction.

"Because the truth is son," said Crystal. "Tomorrow is not promised by anyone. So, why hate?"

Crystal then leaves the kitchen leaving Michael with a lot to think about.

Okay...Maybe I don't hate him as much as I thought I did. But I still have the right for him to feel my wrath of rage.