Sorry again for not being able to upload in such a long time… BlackSirens here again with Chapter 4! This is up on Friday, just like I said. Now, as for the Spongebob one I wanted to start, that will be uploaded next Friday, along with the next chapter to this story. A lot, I know. Now enjoy the 4rth chapter of "Mal, the Forgotten".

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 waist 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: Every chapter, I will DROP that title into the story. The title will not be underlined. I just underlined the title in the first chapter so you could get the idea. Pretty simple.

Chapter 4- "Faults"

After writing a note to myself, drifting to sleep was easy. I feel that writing your feelings down on a piece of paper really helps. Yeash, I never realized what a GIRL I was until now.

I awake to an annoying yell, "MAL! MAL! MAL!" In my left ear. I let out a screech, followed by a quick head turn to see that is was my eldest brother, Manitoba, who had a face of worry. I sit upright on my bed, eyeing the paper in his hands. I growl under my breath. "How dare you touch my stuff." I say. Why did he have to read that note I wrote last night? Why? Did he just walk in here and see the paper on my desk and think, 'wow, this is of importance to me.' "Mate, seriously. We need to talk about this." Crap. I don't want to talk to this aussie of all people. All he does is make my rules and yells at me when I break them.

"Talk about what?" I snap, "The fact that you can't keep your filthy hands off of my stuff?" He lets out a sigh, probably because of the fact that I am being stubborn. I am stubborn. I am like a boulder. You can not move me. "Mate…" His hands crinkle the sides of the paper. "I am getting worried. You are becoming more resistant, more far away… you… we are scared to lose you." Wow. I can't believe it. I have an urge to talk to him, because there is something wrong. I just want to start crying and to have him be there for me but my stubborn rock self won't let me. That must be one of my many faults. I can't just accept that I can be weak at times. I look up at my older brother, with worry as well.

"In your note," He begins to say, "It says, 'I am not normal. I can't change myself to be like other people, but I wish the people around me would burn.' Now Mal? What is that about?" I just give him a death glare. He sighs once again and continues. "Why would you write this? I mean… mate… I can't even read the rest it is too disturbing."

"What? Now I'm some sort of psychopath? Thanks Manitoba I feel much better…" I say. I feel his warm hand reach my shoulder. The feeling of comfort spreads through as my body, before we embrace each other. I love this. I love him. I love all of them. I love how we are all a family. I haven't felt this bond with them in so long. It's a sad thing how we are slowly growing farther apart. Is it me? No. Mal stop it. I am just trying my best…. So, why does everyone hate me for it? "M-Manitoba?" I barely say with a stutter. I see him grip my note as I say his name. "Please Mal, try to not get Mike in so much trouble. Mate, please. You are really worrying me." This makes me think for a bit. Maybe I am being too violent. I am worthless, aren't I? I just case trouble. No wonder we are all growing apart. I just NOT follow my stupid rules and spend my days in my room all the time.

As I watch Manitoba leave the room, I look at that note he left behind. 'I am not normal. I can't change myself to be like other people, but I wish the people around me would burn. I want my father to go to hell, and all the kids in the school to be left in a pool of acid, the acid rotting them to the bone. Then it could be me and my happy family forever. F*** everyone else. They can all die.'

Okay maybe Manitoba has a point. A little rough? Just a bit? Whatever, it doesn't matter. Since it is morning I am guessing Mike is at school. I am not looking forward to taking care of him. Then, Manitoba pops into my head. Maybe if i didn't cause trouble, the others would like me again, and I wouldn't be so worthless. I still don't have a "purpose", but right now, I think it will never be clear. I am not needed.

I really like where this story is going, and I can't wait to get far into this. I hope you had a lot of fun reading my work.

Next Chapter- "Raging Gasoline" is about Mal's temper going through the roof when he can't help but punch a kid in class, and he screams at his family, wishing he was never created.

Thank you for reading! Spongebob should be out soon and the next chapter of this will be uploaded before next Friday. I know it is a short chapter, but oh well. Lol. :)