I am on a role. Take a look! BlackSirens here and I have uploaded again like I promised, on Friday. I hope you like this 3rd Chapter of "Mal, the Forgotten". It is much better with vocab because I am now getting more into the main plot and I want it to be good. Also, Chapters are going to start getting long because Chapter 4 is when everything gets serious. Have fun reading. Please take a look at the title drops section of the intro again, I updated it.

DISclaimer: I do NOT own Mike from "Total Drama", or any of his personalities. They are also not sponsored although I do recommend watching the amazing show, "Total Drama". You instantly get captivated by the amazing plot, humor, and eye catching character personalities (No pun intended for Mike) and designs.

Thanks To: My family and friends are the main people that convince me to turn my creative passion into writing. Especially my best friend (Not mentioning names). We get together every weekend to talk about/and or do fanfiction and watch "Total Drama". Thanks! :), and I love all the people who support me!

Note: I am here to write about what I like, and people have different tastes in stories. If you don't like what you are reading, please don't waste your time here. Also, if you dislike the story, just leave. You don't have to leave a hateful comment. If you do, I don't let stuff like that get to me, but I don't want you feeling bad after you sent it. Just keep your mouth shut! (JK :D) And enjoy my story, "Mal, the Forgotten".

Title Drops: This is updated like I said.Every chapter, I will DROP that title into the story. Now the difference is that it will not be underlined. Sorry I didn't mention this sooner because I also didn't underline it in the second chapter. I just did the underlining in the first chapter so you could get the idea. Pretty simple.

Chapter 3- "A Whole Bottle and then Some"

I knew Mike was going to be in a whole lot of trouble, but, it wasn't Mike. You see, since I cared about him… I didn't want him to get hurt. This is one of the reasons I am so messed up. One of the reasons that after juvie, I was locked up forever… in this tiny room… forgotten.

I am in my room, staring at the pink ceiling. Everything is pink, of course. I hate having a pink room. I mean come on, Mike is such a girl sometimes. Not just because of a color, but because he can legitimately act like one sometimes. "Why does Mike have to have such a girly color inside his head?" I ask myself aloud. I decide to get up.

I stroll on down to the living room, knowing Mike is probably on the bus. This means I have to be in the mirror room before he is home. I don't want Mike to be blinded by hits, and screams, and hate. Like I always am. I do it for him.

As I sit down in a chair, Vito approaches me. "I heard you got in trouble. Dude, why would you do that? Again?" I shoot a glare, as he decides to cease his talking, for freakin' god's sake, and he sits down. We have that awkward silence again like we always do, before he speaks again from the chair horizontal to me. "Eh yo, bro, what's with da anger? I know you are mad Mal, but YOU did the wrong thing." He says. "I did the wrong thing? Vito, Mike was being laughed at! I had to do something!" We stare at each other, before I look away. I wish these two chairs weren't so close. It makes everything more awkward. I look back at him, hesitantly, and our two eyes meet. I puff out my chest just enough to try and send a mental message that I am not scared or unnerved, but I am. I so am.

Vito takes it, and gets up to leave, thinking he made his point. No you didn't Vito! HAHA! Besides this… I hear Svetlana and Manitoba talking from the kitchen. I press my curious ear up against the wall of the door. What? She eavesdropped on me! "That little dingo is crazier than a bird out in the winter. We have to stop this!" Manitoba says while pacing once again.

"I am knowing zis, Manitoba. Svetlana doesn't know vhat to do either. Mal's temper is just of ze huge!" She replies.

I feel a ball in my throat wanting to unclog. No Mal! I will not cry. I will NOT allow myself to cry. I keep listening. "The mate has to learn that the three rules mean something. They keep Mike out of trouble. I'm worried for him." I hear Manitoba say, as I back away from the wall slowly, turning it into a run, digging my feet into the ground the best I can. I find myself arriving in the mirror room. Mike, was in the house…

I stop right in my tracks, and I get goosebumps all down my arms as I see… our father about to hit him! No! I will not allow this!

I take the hit… and fall right to the ground, right on my back. I feel the wind get knocked right out of me. I struggle to get up, but before I can even move one inch, OUCH! I get a kick right in the stomach as I fall back once again. I finally look up at him, his eyes gleaming. Mike's father. The smell of alcohol floods my nose. He absolutely reeks…

"Dad, stop!" I yell, trying to get up as a last attempt. He lets me succeed, but with a horrible glare. "I got a call…" He starts to say while shakily walking over to the coffee table, to grab his beer. He chugs the rest, looking at me once again. He continues, "It was from the school, saying you played make believe again." I glare, and weakly stand as I feel my bruise and arm start to swell up. Probably from impact. He walks over again as I feel fear rise in my stomach. I weakly say, "We aren't make believe! I'm not! You know this. We went to a doctor an-" but before I can finish, I feel his fist meet my face. Just like I did to that one kid in class. The others are right. I do cause trouble.

I do it for Mike, I think to myself as I start to fall again. I love him. We have always been so close, same with the others, but I don't know what I am doing wrong! I think I'm losing them. I hit the ground on my arm again, and let out a scream of pain and a tear runs down my cheek from the pain. The pain is strong. Just like all my pain through my entire life! Strong.

He walks away, leaving me to sob in a ball on the floor with a now bruised up body. I bring my shaky hand up to my face, as I feel a throbbing pain coming from my mouth. He made me bite my cheek, leaving a taste of blood. I get up for my final time, happy to see our father gone. Jeez, he must have had a whole bottle and then some. He seemed quite out of it. I walk up our stairs, looking at the walls. Holes, ugly paint job, house falling to pieces. Nothing new here. I open my mom's door, as she rushes to me.

I embrace her, feeling her love and warmth. "Oh Mal, are you okay?" She says while rubbing my back as my tears pour down my cheeks and onto her. "I got in trouble at school. Dad hit me." I say as her hand grips my shirt. "Mal? Thank you for taking care of Mike, although not at school honey." I understand this. I like how mom treats all of us like different people. Well, because we are. She treats me like me and Mike like Mike and so on. She knows who we are, and knows that she is a mother to all of us. I then laugh in my head. Chester's mom… HAHA!

Regarding that, she hoists me up onto her bed to give me a hug and kiss on the forehead. I love her. I love her and how she takes care of Mike and me and the others. I love how she helps me when dad gives me a beating. "I love you." I say, and she responds with the same sentence. "I love you… Mal."

Before I know it, I am in the bathroom with her. She starts to wrap up the upper part of my bruised arm. "So Mal? What got you so angry?"

"A kid was making fun of Mike." I say bitterly, wishing I would have put that kid in the hospital. She laughs and ruffles my hair, as she finished fixing me up. "I know you care about them. Especially Mike. Although he can take care of himself." She says while walking out of the bathroom, probably to go and read, trying to forget about her awful situation. I feel someone trying to take control, so I let them. It was Mike. I appear in the mirror room with no one there, so I decide to walk down to my room.

Now that I had my "daily meeting" with dad, I now realize that my duties are up. I took care of Mike for the day and man does that feel good. Except for the ridicule the others give me. That? Not so good. I think I was about seven when I started to try and make a difference. The others were shocked but glad I could offer what little I could. But that's when kids really made fun of us, and when dad went to town on making our body covered in bruises.

That's when I became "too violent" with kids at school. Now I never get a thank you. Although I do have good memories with them. Watching movies late at night, drawing when we were a little younger. Or, when I was only four years of age and first came into the mind, having Chester and Mike (the only ones at the time with me) take care of me, feed me, and bathe me. Like how a toddler should be treated. Oh how life has changed. I hate it all. I hate myself. This is when I decide to grab a pen and notepad, and write a note to myself before it was time to go to bed.

This Chapter took a while, but I am glad to have it up. I hope you enjoyed it! :)! Just like I said, every Friday. I will be updating the next chapter of this, this Monday for sure. I am also starting a new fanfiction although it will not delay this at all. It is Spongebob based, but no spoilers yet. Thanks for reading "Mal, the Forgotten", chapter 3, "A Whole Bottle and then Some".

About Next Chapter: Chapter 4- "Faults" is about Manitoba trying to talk to Mal about how he might need a little more help in life than they originally thought, after Manitoba finds a disturbing note in Mal's room.