Large time lapse. The creatures do see a lot of memories, but only those of a significant importance. This'll be about a two year lapse. Sorry about that. Enjoy.

P.S. warning. This chapter has a dark theme to it so if you get upset easily, don't read. You've been warned.

Days had passed since that day. Days had turned into months, and the months had turned into two years. Things had not gotten any better either. Dean and his goons were constantly picking on his and his family was practically never home so he couldn't talk to them for help. Not like he would've talked about it anyway, but at least having the option would be cool. Dusk was only seen for five minutes and then he was off to college. The boys condition kept dropping lower and lower... until finally something happened that just broke him.

For the first time in a while, Fatch was excited. This was one of the few days of the year his family actually had time for him. Though he had to share it, due to being a triplet, it was still wonderful. Today was his birthday! Marco and Midnight's as well. That was the only uncool part. Marco tended to get a lot of attention in this family. Why, he didn't know. But he did know it was annoying. Marco got everything. Everything! Why was he such a perfect child in their eyes? He was a spoiled cry baby who hated sharing attention! Seriously, when Katie got the chicken pox's last month, he poked red dots all over himself with a marker and pretended to be sick as well! How did mom and dad not notice it before?!

The boy grabbed hold of the end of his desk, getting ready for the bell to ring. It was obvious to everyone that he was excited to go home. The first thing he'd do is open his gifts. And then dinner, and THEN cake! Mom made the BEST chocolate cake. Finally the bell rang, the math teacher saying goodbye. The prince didn't waste any time running out the doors of school and into the doors of his house. Literally into. He didn't stop in time and ran smack into the door. The prince pulled back and rubbed his sore nose tenderly for a brief moment.

Not even running face first into the door could dampen his good mood.

Fatch then smiled and headed inside. It would be a little while before he could do anything, as he had to wait at least thirty minutes until everyone else got home. Though, his family DID make it a point to be present on ones birthday. So he didn't mind the wait. Thirty minutes was a small price to pay when there were presents at stake.

The only bad part about today was that Dusk wouldn't be here. The latter had to go to Vancouver for a field trip a week ago, and wouldn't be home until tomorrow. He'd tried though, so Fatch was ok with it. It was the thought that counted. And besides! He'd still be home tomorrow. Just then the door creaked open, and Fatch muffled his little squeak of glee. They were home! Oooh-let the fun begin!

The presents came first. Fatch sat at the end of the table whilst Marco and Midnight sat by each other. The presents were laid out in front of them all, and Fatch eagerly awaited his gift to be presented. It was a rule that you could only open the gift that was placed in front of you in this family. But Fatch didn't mind; it was only polite.

" This first ones for Marco. "

His mom announced, and Fatch HAD to roll his eyes at it; of COURSE Marco would get to open his first.

The second gift went by... then the third... and then many more. And not a single one landed in front of the prince. To be honest, it was beginning to bum him out. Out of that huge pile of gifts, not ONE came his way. Though his eyes brightened up again at the sight of the last and final gift. It was small, and extremely well wrapped. Sometimes the last gift was the best gift. And if that was the case, then that would definitely explain why he only got one! Fatch sank into his chair as his dad picked it up and squinted at the tag.

" And the last present goes to... "

The child crossed his fingers and closed his eyes, ready for his name to be called.

" ... Midnight! "

Fatch's eyes snapped open to see his father pass the gift off to Midnight. And just like that his heart sank into what seemed like icy water. Not about the gifts, no. But because his family seemed to forget it was HIS birthday as well. The young creature watched with sadness as his family left, not even noticing him or asking him to come with them. The child whimpered and placed his head down on the table, trying to hold his tears back. He never cried, but had come close on occasions.

' That's it... ' He thought bitterly. ' I'm done... '

" Hey mom! I'm home! "

Dusk hollered into the house, three boxes tucked under his arm. Boy was he EVER exhausted. He'd just come home from a long flight and really only wanted to see his family again. The long plane ride reminded him why he hated planes. Because of it he missed the triplet's birthday. He wondered how it went... Soon his mother raced up to him and nearly knocked him over with her hug.

" Oh welcome home honey! "

Dusk smiled and gently rubbed her back.

" Thanks mom. So where are the birthday kids? "

The white haired woman pulled away, giving him the look: isn't-it-obvious?

" Marco and Midnight are at school silly. "

" And Fatch? "

Dawn dead panned for a minute, as if she'd forgotten who Fatch was. Then her eyes widened in shocking realization.

" Oh shoot! "

Dusk jumped back, not expecting his mother to yell like that. She hardly ever rose her voice.

" I forgot to celebrate Fatch's birthday yesterday! "

And just like that, Dusk's mouth dropped. How could she forget her own son's birthday?! Especially when two other people shared it?! Dawn appeared to be breaking down before she looked him dead in the eyes, almost in a pleading way.

" C-could you... go pick him up from school...? "

She asked with a cracked voice.

" I-I think he'd be happier to see you... "

He could easily detect the regret in his mothers voice, so he nodded and set off for the school.

Fatch stood under the tree in the courtyard; everyone was long sense gone, and he continued to look down at the weapon in his hands, once again chickening out of using it on his head. It was a pistol of course.

He'd had enough. He'd had it with the bullies, the pain, the fear, and most of all... he'd had it with his forgetful family. They'd been so nice to him at first, and he knew they loved him. But they never showed it, so it clearly wasn't enough to save him right now. He just wanted it all to end. The pain... he'd tried to live past it... tried telling himself things would get better... but in the end... they never did. The boy clenched his eyes shut, gritting his fangs together. He wasn't going to lie... he was scared as hell. But he felt he needed to do this. Fatch lifted the gun into his mouth, preparing to pull the trigger. Again, he was scared. Would it hurt? What if it didn't kill him?... Would anyone care?

" Fatch! "

The boy gasped, fumbling the gun as it left his mouth and almost fell to the ground. Immediately turning around, he saw someone he did not expect to see on school grounds.

... His older brother Dusk.

He looked absolutely horrified at what was in front of him. Before Fatch even had the chance to speak, the other ran forward and pushed him to the ground.

Now just out of reflex, Fatch tensened up, prepared for some form of strike. Instead, the latter scooped up the pistol, threw it down at his feet and began to stomp it to pieces. Once done, Dusk was panting, his eyes welling up with tears before he knelt in front of the younger.

" ... Why? "

He asked in a whisper. Fatch couldn't answer. He was choking on his words, to stunned to speak. Dusk then continuously repeated the question, though more to himself then the younger. Fatch looked down, ashamed that he'd brought his brother, the one he actually cared about, into this.

Things at home weren't much better. Dusk had dragged him there, and told his family everything. Needless to say... they were shocked. And things continued to go down hill from there.

Now... now they were in some sort of mental institute. And, to put it bluntly, Fatch hated it with a deep, fiery passion. The doctor, or whatever, continued to ask him why he'd tried to do it. In his mind, he was sassing him off, shouting the truth as if it were the most obvious thing to ever exist.

" He clearly has a serious case of depression miss Dawn. "

Fatch listened to the doctor explain from the other side of the door.

" Though I'm not to sure what caused it. He's not talking to me. "

No duh Sherlock. Why should he? He didn't even talk to his family.

" Now, depression in a male is more sever. They don't normally talk about what's bothering them, as they think it makes them look weak. "

" What should we do? "

That sounded like his dad...

" Well, one, keep him away from anything that could be used as a potential weapon. "

Darn it...

" And I'd recommend leaving him here for a night. Maybe I can get him to open up. "

Huh! Good luck with that!

Fatch was now alone with the doctor, sitting on a rather soft, comfortable sofa. The latter was writing on a clip board, seeming to be getting prepared to ask questions.

" ... So mr. Fatch. "

He began, the prince in question growling a bit.

" Can you tell me what's causing this? "

He remained silent, not willing to remember anything.

" ... Fatch. "

The voice turned serious, the doctor taking hold of his shoulders. Fatch whined, not to keen on physical contact.

" Trust me, I'll understand. "

" ... Why should I trust you? "

The older seemed to glow a bit when Fatch finally spoke. He let go, leaning back in the chair.

" Because I used to get beat as well. "

Well... that was a start. Fatch assumed mom told him that part. And, strangely, it did seem to help. It made think that this guy truly did understand where he was coming from. Slowly... the child began to speak.

He spoke of the whipping. Spoke of the burns. Spoke of the work. Spoke of the forgetfulness. And, almost unwillingly, spoke of the worst torture of all.

(I'm sorry. I just can't bring myself to write it. I hope you know what it is.)

The next day, the doctor was walking Fatch back home. To be honest, Fatch WAS feeling a bit better now that he had it off his chest. Once at the door, the latter stopped him, and knelt down to eye level. In his hands, was a black book with red binding. He pressed it into the child's hands, smiling warmly.

" I know talking can be hard. "

He explained.

" So if you ever feel depressed, write in this. It'll help. "

Fatch smiled weakly and nodded.

" Thank you... "

The other nodded back before leaving. Fatch turned back towards the door and sighed. He was slightly afraid of facing his family right now. Would they still be upset with him...? As he reached for the knob, the door suddenly flung open and he became surrounded by five vampires. Fatch yelped as he realized who they were.

They were all asking if he was ok, how he was feeling, and if he was still depressed. Fatch honestly didn't know how to react.

After a while, they left him be for a bit. They said they'd try to get home quicker to spend some time with him. It was clear they were sorry. The boy frowned a bit in discomfort before leaning forward and writing in his new journal. He was unsure why... but he felt the need to write...

Depression tried to claim me

I wanted to die

And although I still do

I'll give happiness a try

I'm sorry this one was so sad. I had trouble writing it. :( R&R...?