My Broken Mind (Ike x Firkle)

Abandoned

I walk up the three steps to my front door slowly... Most kids would be running up the steps of their house happy that they are finally home. Well not me. I dread going home everyday. I never know what's going to happen when I walk through that door.

Are my parents fighting again?
Will my father be drunk?
Will my stuff be destroyed?
Is my mother high again?
Will there be strangers in the house?

Everyday I ask myself a million questions of what will happen when I walk through that door.

I sigh and turn the door knob. I walk inside and look around to see an empty house. I decide to ignore the strange fact that no one is home. I walk down stairs into the basement and fall onto my bed. People think it's strange that I rather sleep in the basement than in an actual room. I just like how dark and cold the basement is.

I lay in bed for a few minutes until I hear the front door open. 'God damnit I thought I wouldn't have to deal with them for a while.'

There was then foot steps going down the stairs. By how loud the foot steps were I could tell they belonged to my father. I just listened to the steps become louder until they stopped. I looked up to see my father at the bottom of the stairs with a stern look on his face. "Come up stairs. Me and your mother need to talk to you."

He tried to sound calm but I could sense the anger in his voice.

We walk upstairs and sit down at the dining room table. 'They're probably going to yell at me for the bad grades. Or that I need different friends. Or that I need to get over this goth "phase". After ten years of being goth they still think it's a fu-'

"Firkle, you cannot live here any longer.." As those words interrupted my thoughts I was trying to process what my father has just said to me.

"W-what?" Did he seriously say that I'm being kicked out?

"Look...me and your mother said if you skip class one more time you will be punished."

What the fucking hell. I skip one god damn class and I'm being kicked out!

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? I SKIP ONE CLASS TODAY AND YOU KICK ME OUT? THAT'S MY FUCKING PUNISHMENT?" My throat was starting to feel dry from yelling. I barley ever talked anymore so yelling didn't happen much either.

"WHY NOT JUST GROUND ME LIKE NORMAL CONFORMIST PARENTS?" My voice squeaked a few times, I felt weak.

"We understand you are angry dear but you have your emo friends you could stay with." My mother sounded so calm. It was like nothing is happening at all. I knew they hated me and that's why they ignored me my entire life but they could show some hint of sadness for christ sake.

I couldn't deal with this anymore.
Being unwanted.

I shot my usual death glare at them and walked downstairs.

'I thought I was doing better. I have been going to my horrible conformist classes dreading ever second of it. Dealing with the idiots of this town alone. I have had no one by my side to help me. Now what am I going to do? I can't go with the goths they probably hate me too. I guess I'll live off the streets. Or maybe I can live in the woods...yeah the woods it is.'

I packed a bunch of clothes and other shit I would need. When I finished, I crept upstaires and walked straight to the door not giving my idiotic parents any acknowledgement. I slam the door shut as I walk off into the night.