Complications

Chapter One

Home life

Hello my name is Damion Triston Mince but I go by my middle name I dought any one alive even remembers my first name. Except teachers that see it on the role sheet every day. My last name sort of sounds like mint whith an s sound instaed of a t sound at the end and this is my diery my 4th grade teacher gave it to us as a creative writting assignmant but we can write what ever we want becouse she's not going to take them up and read just making sure were writing in it taking a short look by walking around the class while were working whith them open so it's not long enouph to see more than scribbles on the page.

Her name is Mrs. Calvive she's realy nice but she towers over my 4" 2' frame but concidering that I'm only nine I guess I'm no that short. Mrs. Calvive has big honey brown eyes that tell you every thing will be ok and she's so nice that I supose I will write in it for real instead of random squigles like my class mates are planning on doing.

Well this mourning my sister'n law Sydney Rhonda Mince banged on my door and yelled at me in the same voice she's been using for three yers now. It's very stern and angry. For me to get breakfast ready mumbling somthing about lazy little brother'n laws to wake me up. My brother and his wife have gotten in my opinion so fat that I'm afraid at one point thier just going to pop like one of my nephew's zits. Sydney may be stern but she puts a roof over my head, clothes on my back, lets me go to the library whenever I want after school, homwork, and chores and even when I don't actualy eat it she makes sure I have the option of eating 3 square meals a day but becouse I'm just not hungry verry often naturaly I'm the skiniest peson in this house.

My nephew his name is Amio Detozes Mence he says that if his parents are so fat their going to explode then I'm so skiney I'll implode but those stories always end in him surviving becouse he eats a balanced diet, actualy eats and is the perfect wight for his highth, age and bone structure but he looks like he eats only a little more than I do becouse he's short and has a very small bone structure. I used to be the perfect wheght my mommy weighd me every day but that was before my parents died. After that I guess I just lost my appitite for pretty much any thing but cafine my mom drank cofee all the time while i was in her tummy so I've always been adicted. They tried to make me unadicted but I was thier worst patiant yet and it faild so before he died my dad always had to keep a pot of cofee in the pot and between me and mom he had to go get more every weekend. I've had to cut back to only 4 cups a day becouse I cant reach the big can of the grains so I make a big pot in the mourning and it has to last all day becouse any other time it's up in the pantry. My big brother Marco James Mence used to always have cofee when me and mom came over but he hasn't been the same since mom and dad died when I was six.

His eyes that used to sparkle whith life and childish amusment are now as dull as cole and you can tell that inside he's dead you can tell that when mom and dad died they just couldn't bear to leave their big baby behind. Sydney says it's my fault that he's like that and I think she might be right that's why I always do work around the house most of the time whith out being told. It's the only way I can think of that she'll accept as an apology for the deed but so far it hasn't worked she still is as cold as ice when before she used to act like a high standing lady and every now and thaen rolling her eyes a me and Marco and then tackaling us into a game of three way wrestaling but that was then and this is now and at this moment I had to do the dishes and clean the table. Then I think I'll go to the library. Amio has a date whith his girlfreind so he can't come I only hope it's the kind that end well. He's in the 8th grade but his girlfreind is in the 7th grade and she can be a bit ditzie some times.

After chores I went to the library I loved the library I even have an honerary spot that I always sit at. Some people have a saying going aroung town that if you ever are at the library more than twenty minets then at some point you've probable seen or bumped into Triston Mence but I can't help it I just love the library and every one their knows me but they also respect the fact that I'm not very social. Which is what I love. I love to read and I love freindly people but I don't like to talk I just like the feeling of being safe. Which is why I like this library so much becouse it's all of that and more all rolled into one.

Whenever I go home for dinner every one was out to a movie. Amio left me a note so that I wouldn't get worried. I cleaned up some of the messes around the house, cleaned the kitchen and had dinner hot and ready on the table by the time they got back from the theater. Dinner was quiet as every one mainly concentraited on food and after I cleaned the table and washed the dishes.

I went down to the hide out as Amio proudly calls it but it's realy just Marco's old office. He used to work before he got "sick" but now between the government's check for Marco being incurably "sick" and two children plus Sydneys paycheck for her job at Wal-Mart there's no need for the sick to work. My big brother used to keep all of my toys that Sydney didn't aprove of in there and still are just a little dustey but thier's also an old T.V. and a computer along whith all of Marco's old businuss suplies and a couple of storage boxes. Sydney and Marco never go down there any more so it's the perfect quiet place for two children hiding from thier gaurdians to go. Amio's realy smart he hooked up the cable and internet in thier for us all by himself he also hooked up the toilet in the bathroom and a minie refrigerator that's always kept stocked whith a thermose of cofee that i can put in the microwave and drink which is realy what I need right now some cofee.

When I opened the door to our hide out and reveled a nervouse wreck of an Amio who kept pushing the up channel button and going through all 250 channels just to relive some stress. I pull out the cofee put it in the microwave and quietly sit on the desk beside him he looked pitifull. I swear one day i'm just gonna kill that insensitive brat of a girlfreind he's got but for Amio I keep my anger in and ask in a quiet sympothtic tone. "What's wrong is it Percilla again." He seemed to snap out of his revaree and finaly notices I'm there as the microwave beeped to let me know the cofee was hot 'n ready. I sliped off the table and kept eye contact whith Amio's swolen and broken red ones as I pulled out the cofee and started to sip it then returned to my place at his side. He put his head on my shoulder and I put my arms around him as he cried. Me being minfull of not spilling hot cofee on the already distressed nephew and put it down behind us for now so I could esily wrap both my arms around him as he cried into my chest.

Through the tears he started to speak. " Just don't know what to do." He let out a strangled sob and gasped for air then continued "I can't tell her why we don't celabrate thanksgiving but she'll be mad if she can't come over for a traditional turkey dinner." He paused again to let out a quiet sob and a deep breath. "And Mom and Dad would never alow a celebration on the day of grama and grampa's death but she dosen't understand. She thinks I'm inviting anathor girl to attend." I ran my hand through his hair trying to calm him and give me time to think of somthing to say that would help solve the problem and dosen't include teling the spoiled brat about what happened exactly three years ago next Thursday. We sat in a comfortable silance untill I found an answer but it's all in how you word it but that's ok Amio knew most of my solutions didn't work unless stated almost word for word what I tell you to say so here goes nothing "Why don't you just tell her that we don't celabrate thanks giving becouse somthing horifiying that you aren't comfortable talking about whith any one happened on that day three years ago and you'll even call her and talk to her for a couple of minuts but not long just to prove that your not whith a nother girl" but I added in my head that if she dosn't trust him by now after 2 years then maybe it's her that's cheeting but I didn't have the heart to tell him right now I need to confirm it first but eventualy he'll need to know if it's true an I added "It's not lieing." He looked up at me whith hopefull eyes and gave a sad smile. "Thank you Triston you always know just what to say your the best and nicest person I ever met. Some times I feel like your the 13 year old and I'm nine becouse your always helping me whith my childish fears."

Some time in the middle of his sentence sparkaling tears started to gently drift down his face again as I replied bashfully. "I don't always know what to say that's why I always take long pauses so I can figure out what I'm gonna say and I'm not realy that great after all I am the one that made your dad so sick but I like helping you it makes me feel like I'm not a destroyer of all things I love." I looked down not meeting his eyes as for the first time in a long while a soft tear drop trickled down my own face. He put his arms around me as I silently weeped "You take long pauses becouse you have to meditate and think on how you are going to word your next sentance. Unlike brash me that just says what ever comes to mind first and my Mom's just a big jerk I though you figured that out a long time ago and not to listen to what she tells you and you are a good person and you don't destroy every thing you love."

I started to out write whale and whine and as a 9 year old that never does that at all I think in this situation I have a write to ball like the child I phisicly am. "What about my Mom and Dad what about Marco what about Sydney and what about you. I can see it. You miss my parents it's my falt their dead and it's my fault that everyone is suffering for my mistake." I doubled over and pulled away from Amio so that he wouldn't have to see my ugly face but he just pulled me back to his chest and started to softly talk in my ear. "It's not your fault their dead yes everyone misses them but it's not your fault how on earth could you possibly think it was your fault." Then I told him somthing that even I almost forgot. I told Marco then but that was it. "The mourning two days before that god awful day when I woke up and I went down stairs to get my cofee accidentily me and mom both reached for the pot at the same time and when my hand touched hers I saw black flashes and I had a bad feeling and I didn't want to leave her becouse somehow I knew somthing bad was gonna happen soon I didn't know what and I didn't know when I just knew somthing was gonna happen but after two days of nothing I thoght maybe it was just my over reactive imagination so I went whith Marco and left them all alone "

I paused trying to gain back some resemblance of control over my own body but i kept going "And when I was uncontios that week after I saw what happened through mom's eyes she didn't leave the stove on the reson she wanted every one out of the house was she had planned ahead to kill herself I don't know why but she lit the match and she tried to get Dad out of the house but he wouldn't leave and died right along side her becouse he was stuborn and that is why me and Marco begged Sydney that on Thanksgiving day we don't celebrate." After that every thing got blurry and I can't remember any more but I think I fell uncontious becouse it was geting hard to breath tring to talk and cry at the same time.