Dylan was put up for an adoption, literally, the day he was born. The only questions he could ever ask himself as he grew up was: Why? Did they not love me? Was I a mistake? What happened to them? Are they still alive?
Even though Dylan had all of these questions racing through his head all the time, he was happy growing up. He was adopted by a Christian family, went to church on Sunday mornings, went to church on Wednesday evenings with his brothers and sister. He was the youngest of 3 siblings. The first was a girl named Amanda, the second oldest was a boy name Henry and the last of the Macias was, also, a boy name Samuel. Samuel was 3 years older than Dylan, Henry was 4 years older and Amanda was 6 years older. Needless to say, Amanda knew Dyaln was adopted into the family, after all, she remembered the day her parents brought Dylan home. Samuel and Henry, on the other hand, well they didn't know straight off the bat. In fact, Dylan figured out he was adopted before the two boys. It wasn't hard to tell, Dylan had blonde hair, everyone else had red. He had beautiful brown eyes, everyone else had blue or green, but there were other things that separated him from the family that took care of him.
First. He always questioned Christianity. While the other siblings seem to be a natural born Christians, Dylan always had a hard time keeping up in religion. He was always troubled and scared to think that he was going to hell because he believed in different things. After all, he was a good person. Do good people go to hell because they don't believe in what is taught? So he kept at it and prayed that he would break.
Second. He always hung out with the misfits. Unlike Henry and Samuel, were preppy popular and hung out with the 'good crowd,' Dylan played and hung out with the social outcast the 'not so good crowd.' it just felt natural to him.
Third. Dylan had insomnia. He had it as long as he could remember, but as he got older it seemed to get worse. His parents found out about insomnia when teachers began to complain that Dylan was falling asleep in class. The parents blamed the kids who Dylan was hanging out with. They didn't know he always suffered from it.
Fourth. The thoughts. Dylan often had thoughts that scare his parents. These thoughts scared him. Thoughts that tell him hurting people, or even to kill people. Well, the thoughts often remind him how easy it would be able to hurt someone, or kill someone.
Fifth. He was bipolar and he would have breakdowns.
Sixth. This point is one of the only clues that he has to whom his real parents are. C.I.P.A. This is a rare disorder that causes one to be numb to pain. This caused Dylan look battered and bruised a lot when he was younger.
TheNow back to the story aspect of his life. Having all of these traits rolled up into one boy, he was often picked on. "Batter face," "droopy eyes." These two were the most popular of the names and also his favorite ones out of the many names they gave him. The thing was, he wasn't just picked on at school. Church was another battleground.
Everyone knew his thought process. They knew he didn't believe, not matter how much he tried, he just couldn't get it. Here people told him he was going to Hell. That he needs to come unto God and be saved. These kinds of words upset him. "So I'm going to hell because I help out for free but you're going to heaven because you help for money?!" He found himself yelling at the priest. One time a woman told him that she was praying for him, but he shot back and said, "Don't pray for me! All good none believers go to hell don't, you know?! No matter how much we try we are just all going to hell!"
Dylan is a calm man, don't get me wrong. Sometimes after a breakdown, Dylan would go out into the woods to think. The woods, to him, was his home. He always knew where to go how to get there. Most often than not he felt like a fish out of the water. There in those woods he felt like a fish in the water. He couldn't explain it. When dosijo turned 16 and got his license, his parents would give him the truck so he could go camping during the weeks to relax and to bring himself back together. The only rules were, don't get in trouble with the police. Don't get killed. Be safe, and be back for church. Dylan was so ecstatic! Maybe he would go be in the woods one night, then the beach the next, or even the mountains the day after that. He then constantly went camping on weekends. As he began to camp on weekends, everything he thought and did and said improved greatly. His parents were pleased with how well he was doing, so they told him," We love you Dylan and we are really proud of how well you are doing. We understand that Christianity is not your thing, but we are willing to let you choose two weekends a month where you don't have to go to church on Sundays. You must be back for school, though!" Again Dylan was more than excited!
About half a year later, Dylan was camping one night when few boys from school and church walked into his camping spot. Although, these are the boys were the biggest bullies that dosijo has come to know. These boys decided to pick on Dylan (Idiots), even though they were on enemies ground. He found himself laughing, telling them they were stupid. When the leader of the boys got annoyed he took a small tree branch and angerly asked, "What was that!?" and hit him with the branch. This made Dylan laugh a little more before he took out a pocket knife and attacked the boy, when the others boys saw Dylan stabbing their leader like dude they tried to get dosijo to stop by beating him. Only for Dylan to stab them as well. Once it was all done and his mind begun to clear up he saw what he did, and as a scared boy, he figured he couldn't go back home. So he set fire to the boys, and around the camp and ran away.
Dylan ran
and ran
and ran.
He kept running for several months, only to feel even more broken because he killed others on the way to wherever his feet took him. He didn't know where to go, what to do. There were a few choices. He could either run some more, Runaway or run into the police and tell them what happened, or he could hide. Multiple times the thought of just ending himself came through, but he never had the strength to do it, but, there it was. There in deep of the woods was an abandoned house. It was quite big, but it just meant shelter, maybe even food, and hiding places from him if the police found him. With the last bit of energy he had, he stumbled up to the front door, turned the knob and...
