Answer The Simple Question "Who Am I?"

16 years forgotten

Dammit! Stupid fucking neighbor's, always getting in the way!

I strolled through the neighborhood, hands in the pockets of these baggy jean pants, and a terrible scowl on my face.

Acting like he doesn't remember me.

That damn Devilin...that fucking jerk!

How could he do that? It felt like weeks since I last saw him, even if it was on bad terms, you shouldn't act like you don't remember who I am. How can he forget me!? His best friend--
...
Wait...
What...
I-I thought that I...
Now thinking about it, I dont remember everything...
The last thing I remember is storming out of his house but I dont remember why...I dont even remember my name...
My name...
Dammit! Damn you Devilin!
I dont remember why, but I know that it's his fault, it has to be.
But in order to get my memory back I'll have to talk to him...DAMMIT!

I remember where I'm at though, I rember these suburbs...this where we lived...and that house...
Immediately I turned around and began running in the direction of the school. A few houses before it, I made a sharp turn through Ms. Ketles lawn and right behind it laid a house with a faded red door. The same door that we had painted last year because we didn't like the yellow color, but now the red was more faded then anything else.
The sun is beginning to set,
I should hurry.
I walked across the street to his house and stood on the porch, memories of all the great times we shared here made me feel kinda bad for punching him in the face...
No. I shouldn't be feel bad at all. He deserves a lot more than that for what he did to me.
Shaking my head, I lightly knocked on the door. No one answered. Standing there cor fuve minutes knocking, I was beginning to get irrated
"Hey you!" someone yelled running up to the front porch, "whatcha want? What're you doin' here?" He was a very tall and muscular guy with short red red hair and brown eyes that 'read back off'. He sorta looked like my old pal--
"Well who the hell are you?" he asked taking his hands out of his khaki pants pockets and crossing his arms against his white t-shirt.
"I'm looking for a Devilin." I replied, trying to look as fearsome as him.
He paused for a second and shook his head, dismissing a thought maybe. "Nah, no Devilin lives here."
"Well do you at least know him? He used to live here, but it seems like he moved out recently"
"Dude I know a lot of Devilins, and no body just moved out recently, I've been living here all my life" He said, looking down at me like Im some kind of idiot.
"Impossible!" I yelled "Devilin lived here with his parents and cousin! How are--"
Just then I was slammed against the door, and my head jerked foward as he punched me in the stomach. I fell to the ground, my body refusing to move another inch, "what-what the hell was that for?" I asked weakly.
"You're that kid who tried to beat up Jashawn. I just remembered the description he gave me-" he lifted my head from off the ground, "and you fit the description perfectly"
"I dont know any Jashawn!" I yelled through clenched teeth as I yanked my head from his grasp.
A small click could be heard, and the faded red door opened to reveal Devilin, his face had a few bruises and he no longer wore his uniform, he had on a white tank-top and red shorts. His red hair was tied back into messy bun, he looked surprised to see me. He looked at me then the big guy then me and back at the big guy.
"Its you again," he said looking at me, "whag do you want?" he asked, his voice monotone.
"So you are the bastard who beat Jashawn." The big guy snarled, he lifted me up from the back of my shirt and we were face to face, as he held me like a kitten ir pup or something.
"Listen Devilin I need you to expalin to this dude that I didnt beat a Jashawn!"
"My name isnt Devilin" Devilin replied.
"What!?" I yelled in shock. The big guy dropped my and I landed on my butt, "How the hell can you just lie to me like that Devilin!?" I exclaimed, ignoring the pain.
"His name isnt Devilin!" the big guy hollered, "You hit the wrong guy! Now go somewhere before I hit you. Again!"
I shot up onto my feet and grabbed Devilin by his shoulders, "How the hell can you lie to me!?" I yelled, shaking him back and forth in his door-way. The big guy pulled me back off of him and pushed me onto the ground.
"You got the wrong man. Leave." he said sternly.
I got up and ran towards him, looking directly up at him as he looked down at me.
"I know who he is," I said, anger building up inside me. "I know that, that bastard is Devilin McCabe!"
His eyes widen when I said his whole name.
Caught you in your own lie.
"Thats my best friend, and he lives here with his parents and his cousin Matt." I yelled at him, he was in shock and for a while he didn't say a word.
"Hey, Matt whats wrong? Do you know him?" Devilin asked, walking out of the doorway to this Matt.
"Kid-" he began looking directly at me, his eyes somewhat sad, "whats your name?"
I looked down at the ground, "Thats what I came here for...I dont remember my name..."
Matt whispered something.
"Who?" Devilin asked.
"Darvin." Matt said loudly this time.
"I dont know. I dont remember." I replied.
"What do you remember?" Matt asked.
"I remeber my age and birthday, pretty much my past...I just dont remember what happend to me or my own name." I said, but then the anger that had left for a moment came back and hit me like a train, "But i do know that its Devilins fault!" I yelled pointing towards Devilin. "If any one knows what happened, he would!"
"Darvin..." Matt began.
"Yea"
"Devilin McCabe isnt here"
My heart beated faster, and my mouth just hung open for a while, why was he still lying. I turned towards Devilin...or at least who I thought was Devilin...no it has to be him. But he looked confused...
"Who's Devilin? Is he my uncle or something?" he asked, starring at Matt.
"No." Matt replied, turning away from both of us, "Devilin McCabe was your dad...and Darvins best friend...they both...they're both...--"
The darkness had covered the sky a while ago. The light from the house allowed us to see on this moon-and-star-less night. But now wasnt the time for admiring the world around us.
"They're both dead..." Matt finished.
For some reason, tears began to fall down my face, what he said...it sounded true, my mind for some reason belived what he just said. I looked towards Devilin or whoever he was, he was crying too.
"Devilin?" I whispered, not knowing why...
He turned towards me, "My name is Jashawn. Jashawn McCabe."
"That cant be true..." I said.
"Im 16 years old. My father--" he began, his voice shaking, "I guess was this Devilin dude you're talking about...and my mom her name was Samatha."
I broke. Thats the reason I was mad. Thats how all this started.

Another small fragment of my memory came back to me, as I ran far away from their house. I could hear Matthew...yeah Matt calling out for me to come back, but I didnt stop. My mind was just twisted into an unrecognizable shape, and I didnt know how to fix it.
All I knew was that if what Matt said was true...then its been 16 years since I last been to Devilins house...and its been sixteen years since I died...