A/N. This chapter is really really short…and it kinda goes into past tense, its really weird. But hey, if your reading this that means your still here and like the story, or your just a sad sad lonely soul…I'm gonna go with you like it.

WARNING!!! This particular chapter isn't gay…I don't think but it was before and its gonna be later so if your not coo with that what the hell are you doing at chapter tow you complete and utter idiot. Enjoy the story.


I fall onto my bed; it feels like I'm almost dead. Almost. I can hear them talking down stairs, chatting away about things no one cares for, cares about, things like me.

I hear them finish dinner-

I hear them telling Damian it's time for bed-

I hear Damian crying-

I hear my fathers' threats-

I hear my brother stomp up the stairs-

I hear my parents make their way up stairs-

I hear them moan as they fuck-

I hear time ticking-

I hear the world falling-

I hear the moon calling.

I climb off my bed to the window, open it without making a sound, like a spider on the wall, or the light of the sun. Hatred for my father also sits here, in such a simple place as a window sill.

The first time, the very first time I jumped from here, after five whips from his belt I jumped from my window to the ground, and broke my ankle. I screamed, both my mother and father ran into the night to find me, broken and screaming on the dirt.

My father carried me into the house, held me like I was nothing into my room, and laid me on my bed. I all the while was crying in pain. My mother wrapped my leg in ice, told me how stupid I was. My father just stared at me, looking at his idiot son, that's all I was to him.

Then the ankle healed, and I, like the idiot my father thought I was, jumped from the window again, and once again my ankle broke, the other one. I didn't scream even half as loud as I did the first time. This time there was no worrying from my mother as my father carried me into my room again. He dropped me onto my bed, hard, I feel tears of pain fall down my face, my father doesn't seem to notice.

Then, without a word he walks to the window, opens it, looks at me, straight into my eyes, and with that, slides out of my window.

I hear the thud, wait…wait. No scream, no cry.

I hear the front door open,

I hear footsteps on the stairs, and there he is, in my doorway, not a tear in his eye, or a limp in his step, and all he does is stand there looking at me, but I can hear him, he's mocking me, as if to say, "Your nothing but a weak little boy, I'm ashamed to have a cry baby as my son.

You are nothing,

You are nothing,

You are nothing!"

Then, the ankle healed (again), and there I stood at the window sill, but this time its different, this time I have something to prove.

I take in a deep breath, and I jump. I feel the tremors of pain travel through my feet and ankles to my knees; it flows through my entire body, white-hot pain. I bite my lip to hold in the howl, shut my eyes tight, and wait.

I wait, and slowly, wrenchingly slowly, the pain subsides. I delicately pull myself up from the ground; I hadn't realized I had fallen to my knees. The pain is dull and with my shaking legs I take a step. No pain, well, relatively, but nothing was broken, I had done it, I had done it.

I look into the kitchen window and there he is, sitting there, my father. I wanted him to look at me, to see me standing there, knowing what I had done. I wanted to run into the kitchen and scream it.

"Look! Do you see? I jumped, I did it. Do you see? You think you're so much better than me but not for long, do you hear me? I will be better than you one day, I will be better than all of you. I am something!"

But he never looked, never saw, never. Just like always.

I doth chapter two done, yay me. Reviews for lost please, it makes her a very happy bunny, and you don't want a disgruntled lostbunny, she'll eat your soul and beat up field mice (from little bunny foo foo, for you uniformed people).