Hi readers!

Hope you al enjoyed the last chapter. Like I promised a lot of what happened in the last chapter will be explained in this one. It'll actually take up the bulk of the chapter so there's that to look forward to.

You all know when you're watching a movie and they say the title of the movie? I did it here and I sort of feel bad for it because I think it's kind of cheesy. But it does fit in.

Go forth and…..Read on!

FOUR DAYS LATER

~*~DUVAL~*~

Journal,

….I'm sorry…..Did I really do all those things back at Third Street? No wonder no one wants to be around me. I wouldn't want to be around me after all of that…..I really am sorry though. I'm sure no one will accept my apology but I think I should apologize anyway.

….I don't think I knew what I was doing. I'm not say that's an excuse, but maybe I just didn't know. I can't blame everyone for how they feel about me. I did it to myself. I did it all to myself…I'm a monster. I think….I think I belong here.

~*~DUVAL~*~

After hearing the bolts close the large metal door, TJ thought that being in a white room was perfect. No questionable roommate to do things to him, no bully to bother him on a daily basis, and no fear of being watched 24/7. And it was perfect. Now that he was a lone he could finally organize his thoughts; something he couldn't do with all the noise in the dorms. Silence was truly golden. The white rooms were sound-proof, so the screams and yells from the other kids could only be heard if he opened a slot on the door. But there were a few downsides to being alone. He was in that room for 23 hours out of the day, every day. No school and no time outside. The only time he was out of the room was when the guards allowed everyone to bathe and eat. Still, compared to everything else he had been through, it was paradise. That didn't last however, because one day Alex managed to sneak into the room after the guards closed the door.

The last three days without having the little bustard on his back did wonders. Now it was like Alex was trying to make up for lost time. Was it too much now to ask to be alone for a while? Alex just had to come around and ruin his time. Lying on the soft and plush floor, he stared at the ceiling refusing to make eye contact with the little boy standing against the wall. How could no one else see him? How could no one else notice the kid with the twisted horns on both sides of his head, the claws, red eyes, and in a suit that constantly followed him where ever he went? He was RIGHT THERE! Was he going crazy or something?

Now this kid was going to keep talking to him and he didn't want to hear it. Alex wasn't this bad when he first showed up. The guy barely said anything. But now he felt the need to voice his opinion whenever he could.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you're finally where you belong. Away from everyone else."

"Don't you have someone else to bother?" TJ said to the person he saw in the corner. "I don't belong here. I deserve to be home."

"Of course you belong here. You're finally some place where you can't make other people lives miserable. It's perfect. Locked in a room somewhere three hours away from home for God knows how long. If everyone knew they'd throw another party. Life couldn't get any better for them with their little firebug put away."

"I don't deserve to be here. I didn't set the school on fire! I just got blamed for it!"

"So what if you didn't set the school on fire? You did more than enough to warrant you being here. Remember what you did to the third graders class pet? Remember the time you broke into everyone's house, stole what was most valuable to them, destroyed it, and left the remains on the playground? Remember when you took apart the jungle gym? What about everything else? Whether you set the school on fire or not, you deserve to be here and you know it."

"Will you shut-up?" TJ yelled. "Being here is bad enough without you down my throat."

"Why should I shut-up? Is it making you angry? Is it making you angry that you're hearing what you know is right? You know that no one wants you around them. And why? Because there's something wrong with you. Your 'friends,' they can't stand the thought of you. They don't even want anyone to know that they ever associated with you. And your parents? They're the same way. Who would want to be known as the parents who raised a little defect and released the little monster upon society? No one would want that reputation. No one would want a little monster like you in their family let alone as a son and no one would want someone like that as a friend. And why should they visit? You're finally out of their way. At least they don't have to pay for you to be here like at the Diamond Ranch Academy. It's perfect; the demon spawn is locked away with his own kind."

"Just go away!" TJ said, turning onto his side.

"And that's all you are. A defect, a monster, a burden on society. Because there's something wrongwith you. You're broken and no one cares enough to get you fixed; it's more convenient to simply throw you away like the piece of trash you are. What a sad excuse of a human being you are, little monster."

'He's calling me a monster when he looks like the devil,' TJ thought, trying to block out everything Alex was saying.

"I may LOOK like one, but at least I don't ACT like one," Said Alex. "Only a devil would hang a helpless child over a building. Only a devil would bomb a playground. And only a devil sets a school full of children on fire. You know as well as I do that you set that fire. You just don't want to admit it. Only a broken defect would set a full school on fire. That's all you are, and that's all you ever will be; broken and sick. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"I did not set the school on fire!" Yelled TJ. "I KNOW that I didn't start the fire!"

"Sure. If that's what you want to believe, monster. We BOTH know the truth."

Pulling the blanket over him, TJ closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. Sleeping was the only way he couldn't be talked to by Alex. He was safe in his dreams from the insults. The last thing he wanted was to go through a barrage of insults thrown at him by someone who may or may not exist. Being in juvie was bad enough on its own. Drifting off into sleep Alex's voice was the last thing he heard.

"You know I'm right."

~*~U~*~

"How long was I out…?" TJ asked himself as he started to wake up. He looked around for any sign of Alex in the room; luckily Alex was gone. Being locked in a room without a clock threw off his idea of what time of day it was. All he had to monitor time was when the guards came and brought him out to eat. The lights were always on making sleeping a difficult task and it was beginning to make him a little nauseous when he walked on the uneven floor. But he was happy because Alex wasn't there to bother him and plague his thoughts. Now he could think clearly.

You're finally some place where you can't make other people's lives miserable.

'First of all I don't belong here,' He thought, trying to shake it off. Juvie, which was a miniature jail, was for kids that committed a crime. He didn't set the school on fire, so he didn't think he committed any crime. He was here on false charges. 'And I didn't make people's lives miserable.'

Just because he played a few pranks on people that doesn't mean they were miserable. Sure they went home with a few cuts and bruises, and lived in perpetual fear of what he would do next, and he smiled whenever his peers tried to confront him, and…..hurt them since the six grade….but that didn't make their lives miserable, did it? Maybe it was a little bad but 'miserable'? Wasn't that sort of a stretch?

'Of course it is. Everyone was just exaggerating. I know my parents…..well yeah they had a little trouble controlling me…and wanted to send me to a reform school but that…was I really that bad that they would want to end me away?'

You did more than enough to warrant you being here.

That's where he knew Alex was wrong. Playing pranks shouldn't be enough to be put in juvie. Even the harsh pranks he pulled. Counting them all up and rating them on scale from one to ten based on severity, he STILL didn't think he belonged there.

'Even hanging that kindergartener over the school wasn't bad enough for this,' He thought. '….but I could've dropped her. Then she would've gotten killed. Did I really do that?' He thought back to that event and remembered when he was told to put her down. He put her down on the roof and she backed away with the most terrified look on her face before running away from him.

Thinking about the time he hung the little girl over the school brought up many other times he did things on the more extreme side of his pranks. The time he broke into the school to set up a prank for later in the day and went into the third graders classroom just for the hell of it. He heard the sound of the wheel turning in the class pets, a mouse, cage. Taking a break he opened the cage and held the mouse in his hands. He played with the little animal until it bit his finger. Angry, he had placed two fingers, one on the top and bottom of its throat, and squeezed until the tiny creature stopped struggling. Once he let go it took a few seconds for the mouse to come to, but he repeated what he did before, only this time he quickly twisted its neck, killing it. Afterwards he put it back in its cage and went back to doing what he came there for.

'But that was just one little mouse," TJ thought. 'It doesn't mean anything.' His thoughts drifted towards the end of sixth grade when everyone threatened to get revenge for what he was doing to them. He knew the threat was pure bluff, but it still stuck with him. He didn't want to take chances, so he was going to get them before they got him. He ditched school and broke into their rooms, taking their most valuable possessions. He did whatever it took to destroy it, and poured the remains on the playground for everyone to see. He choose to break the irreplaceable things; heirlooms, trophies, beloved things like that for the strongest effect. Once the students saw their more precious items turned into a pile of indistinguishable material, they only could cry over what was lost.

'….yeah, but that….they just over reacted,' He told himself. '…they just….overreacted. Just like with the fire.'

The fire. The reason he was here in the first place. Alex kept insisting that he set the fire and he was only denying it because he didn't want to believe it. But TJ knew that wasn't true. Just because he wasn't in class when it started, and was seen walking away from the area the fire picked up, that didn't mean he started it. Yeah, he was high when he walked to the side of the school to get his backpack and had the last little bit of the lit blunt between his fingers….and tossed it to the side of the trash cans…no. He was absolutely, one hundred percent sure he wasn't the source of the fire.

'That little thing couldn't have started a fire,' He thought. 'It was barely a flame. It couldn't have started a fire. I'm sure. I'm….pretty sure it didn't. It couldn't have…'

That's all you are, and that's all you ever will be; broken and sick.

'Man….I did all of that," He quietly said to himself. Bringing his knees to his chest, he settled into a corner and was left with his thoughts. "….I'm a monster…"

With the reality of what he did to the lives of everyone around him now in front on him, a few new things dawned on him. First, even if he didn't start the fire, he didn't plenty of things to be in juvie. Hanging a kid over the school? That should've been why he was here, not a false charge of arson. But now he was here, and there was nothing he could do about it. He also understood why everyone wanted him here; he was nothing but nuisance to them, and they were happy to get some relief from his presence. Who wouldn't? The kids were sick of being pranked every day, and his parents were probably exasperated of trying to control him. Now he was somewhere far away from them, and they were finally free. Apologizing would do no good; who in their right mind would accept an apology from him?

Lastly, TJ knew a part of him wasn't right. Something was wrong with him (he knew that when he realized that he wouldn't, no, couldn't listen to the orders of those in charge). Words when in one ear and out the other, and while he was working on his next scheme, the part of his mind that sorted right from wrong turned off. Any other time, it would be on, but not when it mattered. It didn't appear like he would be getting help for it anytime soon, and being in here only promised to make it worse.

And who would bother to help him with it? Hell, who would want to come anywhere near him after everything he did? He only had himself to blame for that. It was his actions that drove his friends and parents away. Who wouldn't try to get away from the kid who basically….made everyone's lives miserable. With these thoughts now buzzing around in his head and not going away anytime soon it was all he had. He had no idea when he was going to be let out of this room, as all he had to keep himself occupied was what Alex had told him.

And that's all you are. A defect, a monster, a burden on society. Because there's something wrongwith you.

I'm glad I was able to update twice this week for you all. Next update should be….next weekend, just like this one.

Donna Nnov: Yeah, Tommy Gun will be addressed later. Like three years from the story's current point. It'll be good, I promise. He's actually there for a reason, not just to beat the shit out of TJ. And yes, I was very concerned with making him a redhead. Couldn't do it. It's just plain creepy. :) Nothing against redheads though.

RandallXSpinelli: That's why I sort of don't want them to make a live-action movie, but it's kind of why I WANT them to at the same time, because the show is pretty realistic compared to other cartoons. But I know that it would probably ruin the whole series so I choose to not want it made. EVER. But if they could somehow get the original writers for the show then by all means…Anyways, things kind of go in downward spiral from now, but it'll get better. Next chapter will be one that I've been waiting to write since I decided to write this story. Can't wait to get it out! And Alex, he's….strange. I would tell you more about him, but that would spoil the fun. But he does serve a purpose. I am going to do chapter about life at Third Street without him, but it won't be for a while, until he's 15 years old.

MaxGoof1996: First I would like to say I love your avatar! ;) I got one of him too, but it's just a picture I drew of him as an infant/toddler. Anyways, to answer your question of how he looks now. He's lost most of his baby fat. Some if it's still there but most of its gone since he's thirteen and starting puberty. He's taller too. Ah, I would say that when he was nine he was about oh, 4 feet seven inches (the average height for a nine year old) so now he would be around 5 foot 3 inches, give or take a few inches depending on how you want to imagine it. His freckles have become more pronounced. Don't forget that scar he has now as well. I'll also tell you a little why he's acting like I'm making him act. I watched a few episodes before I started writing for this fandom and part of me thought that when the time comes for the kids to go through a rebellious phase, it would hit him the worst because he's already acting rebellious on his own. That and I always thought that something would happen that would set him off and lead him down the path to do these things. I'm planning a chapter too go more in-depth on that issue. Won't be for a while though!

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