Erisol

Dear Dad, fuck you

There are three things I hate about my life.

Number one is my dad.

Number two is my brother.

Number three is Sollux Captor.

No, I take that back, I fucking loathe him.

Though at the same time, I want to slam him against a fucking wall and snog him until he forgets his damn name.

I honestly don't know anymore.

My name is Eridan Ampora, and I am confused as fuck.

Oh fucking hell, my dad just knocked on my door. My dad's name is Orphaner 'Dualscar' Ampora, by the way. And he has the shittiest accent you have ever heard and will ever hear. It sounds pretty much the same as my older brother, Cronus, who dresses and acts like a 50's fucking greaser.

'Eri, get out a yer room, wve're goin' ta see a movwie!'

Oh yeah, he also sounds like a pirate.

'Dad, oh my god shut the fuck up, I'm comin'!'

A loud sigh and footsteps growing fainter by every step. I know what he's doing. He's just lifting his feet up and down on the spot, quieter every time. Smartass.

'I knoww you're still there, asshat!'

A groan, followed by him actually walking away now. I get up and look in the mirror to fix my hair. It's already perfect, but it's just something I do without knowing why. You know what I mean, right? Yeah you do, okay nice.

I open my door and step out. Big mistake. Cro speeds down the hallway and pushes me back in. I let out a loud scream and I can hear the little shit laughing. Fucking asshole. I'll get him back for this. Sometime. Soon.

My dad calls again and I stumble back out, accompanied by a loud and annoyed groan coming from me. I go downstairs, to be greeted by Dualscar. Though it isn't his real name, we call him that because of a couple of huge scars going from just past his eyebrows to just under his nose. Neither me or Cro know how he got them. Dad claims he got them in a battle during some kind of war, but I don't believe him. He runs away screaming as soon as he sees a fucking butterfly, for fuck's sake. Anyway, back to my miserable life. He drags me and Cro towards his car, a huge fucking Limousine. Yeah, we're rich. Not to brag, but we also have a huge mansion, which is awesome and much better compared to those tiny, shitty houses others have.

Shit, drifted off again. Where was I?

Just kidding, I don't give a single shit where I was and neither do I have to get the answer from anyone because I'm writing this down in my fucking diary, so I could just read back if I wanted or needed to. Idiot.

So we drove off to this really cheap looking cinema. Some people were staring at our car, which suprises me, because this sure isn't the first time dad dragged me out of my room to go on a trip through this place almost as shitty as my life. Once we were there, well, let's just say I wish I stayed in my room. There was another family there. One that I, along with the rest of the family, know. Cro and I know them from school, Dualscar knows them from work, though he's in a much higher position than that shithead's dad. The family we saw, were the fucking stupid, peasant-asses named Captors.