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Error: Malfunction
What I look like isn't really important; I doubt you would care anyway. Likewise, my name and who I am aren't important; although you'll probably at least figure out who my father is. I'm not sure why I'm writing this, I'm almost certain that no one will read this but there is one thing that needs to be established.
My brain isn't…right. The doctor's aren't exactly y sure what's wrong. They're not sure if it was a genetic inevitability, given my unique DNA or a trauma thing. But, the closest they can come to describing it as is a weird form of MPD (multiple personality disorder).. But instead of two personalities that control me at different times, they're both jammed up there, working simultaneously. Talk about a headache! If you've ever watched that anime Naruto it's kind of like Zetsu. Off topic…anyway, forgive me if I jump around, my thoughts tend to be…erratic at best.
When I was a kid, I knew my dad was a superhero. I was so stoked on it, you have no idea. I mean, my dad saved the world. Even though I hate the guy now that still blows my mind.
But Roman why do you hate your dad?
You know why. Now, shut the fuck up, I'm telling a story.
When I was a kid I couldn't wait to get my powers. We all knew I would, genetics like that would pass down, I have white hair for god sake's! If that's not a dead give away, you're stupider than I had thought.
Don't be a dick Roman!
Shut the fuck up. And stop saying my name! And stop writing on my goddamn paper!
Quit bitching.
I hate you.
Get on with the story, we're off topic
I know…shut the hell up.
So we're in the back yard, this best friend and I, and my palm starts to feel tingly and gets all glow-y. I got real excited and showed it to my friend, who was across from me and then, out of nowhere a ghost ray shoots out of my palm and hits him in the chest. Right below the heart. When my dad hears me screaming he rushes out to the backyard and I manage to explain to him what happened. And you know what that bastard did? He laughed, said he was proud of me and that he would take me out for ice cream after we dropped Dash Jr. off at the hospital. I nearly killed someone! Hell, I did kill him, his heart stopped for three minutes in the hospital. And did I get punished for it? No! I took a human's life, my best friend's life and I got a fucking ice cream cone for it.
It was a swirl cone. Ironic if you think about it.
Hey, I don't know if you're trauma induced. For all I know you could just be a ghostie that hitched a ride on the parental's sperm
…gross, Roman
I'm trying to talk…write…fuck off
Asshole thought I was some sort of prodigy, thought that my accident was actually a sign that I had remarkable talent. After all, I was shooting ghost rays as a young kid. Doing a damn good job at it too, apparently.
Regardless of whether or not I was a prodigy, I refused to use my powers after that. Let me tell you, that didn't sit well with the old man. Thought I was being selfish, not using the power to help people. Wasting my gifts, as he put it. But he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. I'm outta here. I got the car packed full of my shit. I'm hiding this under the floor and bailing. I'm gonna disappear, and I'm gonna do it without my powers.
