I sat in my dark room staring at the wall. Their gone. All of them.. Left me alone.. I didn’t care anyway. They all deserved to die. Mother, father, sister.. I didn’t care. I'm glad they're dead. Burn in hell where they belong. I smirked. I got up and walked to my parents bedroom. I looked around their room. It was like they never left… Maybe it's because they didn't. They're just trapped in the basement.

1 month earlier…

I watched my family sit and enjoy their dinner. Sighing quietly from the corner of the dining room, sitting on the floor as they sat at the table. Mother was feeding my newborn baby sister, while father ate his dinner watching her feed the newborn child. My little happy family.. But i wasn't happy. I hated all of them. Mother, father, and the newborn child. I despise them all. I played with the lighter in my hand, flicking it on and off. Mother kept glancing at me. “Lucas dear, pleased stop playing with that lighter. You can set something on fire.” I glared at her and said nothing. I kept flicking the lighter.

Father began to get angry. “Lucas! How dare you disrespect your mother in such a way! Give that lighter to me immediately!” He yelled making the newborn child cry. I stood up and walked towards my mother's plants. I set them on fire and tossed the lighter to father. Mother gasped louder standing up quickly with that child in her arms. Father got up and put the fire out. I walked up the stairs like nothing ever happened. I went in my room and locked the door just as father started banging his fist against my room door. I ignored him and sat on the bed. He continued banging on the door. “Lucas Open This Door NOW!!” He yelled. I chuckled and laid down. “Why should I father..?” I asked barely talking loud enough so he could hear. “Dammit Lucas! You know what stay in your room and don't come out!” He yelled as i heard him stomp down the stairs.

I looked under my bed and grabbed my magazine. It was a magazine with those naked women in it.. I took off my pants and opened it up flipping thru the pages. I began pleasuring myself to the naked women. Their bodies were beautiful but unpleasant in a way. I didn't really enjoy this. I flipped to the last page and almost died of shock when I saw the half naked man. For some reason my penis began to get harder from seeing the men. I started pleasing myself more, actually enjoying it. I moaned softly and came on the magazine.

30 minutes later

I laid in bed and stared out the window. I was frightened. For the first time ever, i was afraid. Why did i do that.. Do i like men now? Have i always liked men? I was confused. I remember father always saying men should not like other men. Same for women. I stood up and walked over to the calendar. March 16, 1980. I sighed. I’ll be 14 in 3 weeks. Great. Note to my sarcasm. I walked out of my room disobeying father's orders. I looked at the clock in the hall. 11:30pm. They all must be asleep by now. I walked down stairs and grabbed my jacket, before walking out the front door.

Mothers plant was in the trash bin. This sight only made me smile. I walked down the middle of the street. Cars beeped their horns at me telling me to get out of the street and to walk on the sidewalk. But I just kept walking, which made them drive around me. A man stopped his car near me and opened his window. "Kid get out of the street! Are you trying to get killed!?" He barked at me. I didn't bother to look at him. I aim my fingers at him like they were a gun. "pew." I said quietly and walked away.

I walked in a store and the man who worked there glanced at me. "Isn't it a little too late to be out at this time kid?" He asked. I glared at him. "And aren't you a little too old to still be living with your mother?" I told him before heading into the hardware aisle. I grabbed a couple of tools and walked towards the cashier. “What's with all the tools kid? Science project?” He asked. I smirked slightly. “You could say that..” I placed a twenty dollar bill on the counter and walked out the store. “Hey! you forgot your change kid!” He yelled out after me. I ignored him and continued to walk home.