Annie Camden woke up at 3am on a Sunday morning to hear sounds of her favourite child, Simon attempting to sneak in.

"Shit…Damnit…FUCK!" Simon screamed as he repeatedly bumped into the corner of the counter, stabbing his penis every time.

"Simon…is that you? Simon honey…let me help you…" she cooed as she guided him away from the counter and into his room he still shared with his little sister, Ruthie.

After she was done stripping him and putting his pjs on she glanced at her little boy who was growing up so fast. He stood a foot taller than her with his emaciated frame and twitching face and hands. She tucked him in then gazed down at her beloved. She wondered when things had went so wrong…

Flashback

"Eric! I'm home! Where are you?" Annie exclaimed not used to walking into her house without a swarm of people greeting her.

After sobbing and vomiting on the floor and hershirt she decided to go and look.

"Ugh ugh you take it hard you bitch…mm take all of daddy now…ah..yes…uh uh…oh Simon your daddy's little slu-ANNIE!"

"ERIC! What is Jesus' name are you doing to our 5 year old son!"

Annie walked in on the sight of Eric's 70 year old obese,rotting, hairy old man body. He had Simon on his stomach and was slowly suffocating the boy from his rape. He quickly rolled off and ran out the door, punching Annie on the way.

" You tell nobody…NOBODY!"

Annie nodded and went to take care of Simon.

End

The next morning

The whole family was eating breakfast except for Simon who was still sleeping.

"Eric, I think there's something wrong with Simon…he's been acting funny lately. I'm concerned for him" Annie whispered to the whole table.

"Yah dad, Simon is looking so skinny! And he's always twitching, I think he has a drug problem!" Lucy yelledthen muttered to herself, "I wish I was that skinny,"

At this moment Simon chose to try and walk down the stairs, tripped and smashed his face onto the floor.

"SIMON WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" Eric yelled as he went over to kick Simon in the stomach.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I'm so SORRY! I mean it!" he started to kiss Eric's feet but suddenly moved up and unzipped Eric's pants.

Eric glanced at his family who were happily conversing about flowers and whispered "later son,"

They went and sat down and had their usual conversation…

" I can't take this pain anymore. I can't believe I killed a boy in a car crash. His life is over now, I took away one of Gods creations. A special, unique person like me…I ENDED HIS LIFE! Its just too surreal, and im going to have to live with this for the rest of my life!"

"Simon shut the fuck up!" Ruthie said but gave him mixed messages as she spread her legs and revealed that she was wearing no panties under her black leather miniskirt.

Simon then chose the moment to throw up on her, his projectile vomit slashing all over her face.

He had to get away from this insanity. He hated his family with a fiery passion, burning so intensely…or whatever, enough of this philosophy bullshit, he had to go find his dealer.

He ran out of the house and quickly hotwired their van and pulled out of the drive way and into the street. As he sped down the street going an impressive 180 in the residential zone he suddenly saw a boy walk out on to the street.

And in an ironic twist of fate in Simons angst filled life it was the boy he killed! (Lets call him Bobby because I don't know the real name)

"No…no way… I must be having a withdrawal symptom," Simon muttered to himself and decided speed up, but quickly realized their shitty car could only go 180.

Well, he suddenly found out that Bobby was in fact, not an illusion caused by cocaine withdrawal and severe depression issues but a real human again!

Before he could hit the brakes he car smashed into Bobby sending him flying into the air and smashing into a tree.

Simon sprinted him and cradled him in his twiggy arms.

"Oh Bobby! How are you still alive? I've been wanting to tell you all these things but I never could because you were ..DEAD! I just want to tell you that you have absolutely NO idea how it feels to take away a human life. No one knows what I have been going throu-

"Simon shut the fuck up for Gods sake! No one gives a shit. And you know what? Im dying again, yah God gave me a second chance because he knows how much of a dumb ass you are and so He said my death didn't count, but now…BUT NOW YOU KILLED ME AGAIN! YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I hope you regret this for the rest of your life," After his outburst Bobby took one more breath then collapsed into Simons arms.

"WHY GOD…WHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?"

AN: Well that's the 2nd chapter. I hope you liked it, if you didnt uh good anyway. Read in my profile it says i write crappy stories.