I wasn't in the mood tonight to fight, which is very rare for me. I took a path near the large concrete drainage system. There was a high chain link fence to keep from people ether skateboarding down there when it was dry or swimming when it was full, I bring this up because my whole life was changed by this fence and... that spirit, I am this way because of that day.
It was the eve of my thirteenth birthday, and according to da rules my godparents had to leave. It was pretty heartbreaking but as a present they let me have my memory for one extra day, I walked this area with what could be my very last time remembering Cosmo and Wanda I happen to ran into a vicious thug. Somehow I made him mad enough that he chased me for almost several blocks until I came here, in an attempt to escape I just scurry over the fence and slid to the bottom. I manage to hide from the thug, but when I got out I was attacked by a large dog.
It got much worse, and after a long and horrific period of having my body mauled to the point where even I couldn't recognize my own body it jump on me and caused this unearthly pain to rip through me.
I blacked out then and there thinking this was it, this is how Timmy Turner is going to die. But fate has such awry sense of humor as I woke in my bed, sore and a bit disoriented from the experience of the other night.
My parents were preparing to go to work, they told me they be late so when I came home from school Vicky would be babysitting. With my fairy godparents gone, that strange and unusual attack yesterday and now this my mood was pretty bad when I got to school. My luck had hit bottom, the thug was right there in the hallway talking to Francis.
They got wind of me, walking my way while cracking their knuckles as I just stood there without a single thought in my head. I felt my head hurt as the area began to spin around me, my body tense up as a growl escaped my throat. Francis made some dog jokes, that was until he was several feet away with a busted nose and a broken jaw. Rolling around and screaming had drawn a crowd, the thug was stunned but try to attack me.
He wound up farther then Francis with a lot more broken bones, I was in trouble when the police came to get me. I was sent to pee wee prison where I had encountered more fights, getting back my parents had heard of my behavior. They both yelled and lectured me, they told me about what happen to gang members (they thought this was kind of strange welcoming into a street gang), the fighting on the streets and at home kept on escalating.
Soon I gotten a name for myself, I was called Dog.
Dog because I fought very viciously with every opponent I gone against. Dog because I was a utter son of a bitch to my parents.
And since I was a SOB to them they slowly just turned against me, in a way. They were leaving me at home with Vicky more and more, and when they were home we fought worse and worse. I was bossy, I was mean, I bite everyone's head off. I had became...
Icky Vicky.
It scared me, I tried to redeem myself but everything was too far gone, my parents hated me, I kept getting challenges from every idiot that came looking for me and I had developed a nasty temper.
For a while I was pretty depressed, thinking that no one loves me and the thoughts of suicide was occurring every single day. But I after standing in front of that sink with a straight razor I looked at myself, really looked at myself. What if Cosmo and Wanda saw me like this? They tried really hard to make me happy, stuck by my side through out all of our adventures and my mistakes. And I go and try to kill myself, is that the thanks they get?
Throwing aside the razor I just shrugged, they wouldn't approve of what I'm doing but they would be deeply hurt if I died by my own hand.
I was tired of moping around all the time anyway, being depressed for so long had driven away a lot of my friends and annoyed people that is around me all the time. The only person I knew that would stay around me is Tootie and Vicky, it wasn't very pleasant situation when I thought about it. But they still stuck by me in their own ways, in their own little sick and twisted ways.
In fact Tootie gave me this jacket, it was a birthday present. She saw at a garage sale and saw the "wolf" on the back and thought of me, at first I would wear it into every fight I gotten into hoping it would get shredded up but now it's my little good luck charm.
Tootie herself still hasn't changed except she was much taller, she a foot shorter then me. Other then that she's still the same, unlike the rest of us who have changed so dramatically.
Her sister, Vickie, was kind of the same as she still bossed me around, yelled at me while giving me ungodly chores. Except she's kind of toned down from our earlier days together, and she kind of stays with me in the house all the time too.
I can't help but wonder where are my birth parents right now, what are they doing during these long months. Before everything went to hell I knew they went to work or wanted alone time, but now...
But now who cares, things are alright for me.
With the exception I do miss them, they were like a second set of parents to me when my real ones just left all of the time. We shared some amazing times together, and even they're gone I kept going for them.
It's amazing to me, I have three people that made me who I am today.
When I get home I better thank mom for everything.
Sorry for the major OOC, I haven't seen the show in a while but I've been reading a lot of fanfiction.
And hopefully in future I can turn this into a series.