just breathe, it'll all be fucked anyways.

:: prologue ::

every morning i wake up. every night i go to sleep, well that's what i'm supposed to be doing. but instead i'm outside watching a house burn down. weird right? it's 3 am and i'm sitting here, watching a house catch on fire. let me give you a visual, for the most part it's all grass kind of like a field with one big house in the middle. sitting from this angle, the house looks more like a barn on fire because the rest of it burned. but no matter what it looks like, it's still a house. someone's house. someone home, someone's safe place. and now? it's in flames, not so safe after all right? that's what you're all thinking. well let me tell you this; it was never safe. that's my house. but i like to think of it as an empty building. don't get me wrong, it was never empty. it had lots of furniture, rooms and people in it. but did it hold a sense of love? security? comfort? the answer to that is all one big fat no.

my names Daniel, and this is my fucked up life. i was born november 3rd in the year 2000, just so you don't have to do the math that means i'm 16 years old. i have black hair styled upwards, some call it a quiff. with black hair usually comes with dark eyes, i have dark brown eyes that can be mistaken for black if you looked hard enough. you don't need to worry though, i'm not that fucked up. i usually wear a black tight tee shirt with jeans, sometimes ripped, sometimes not. body modification, that's what i'm known for. piercings, tattoos, you name it and i'll get it. i've got spacers the size of about a dime, and a septum piercing, not to mention a couple other ear piercings. i am part of a family of 5, well, a family that was once 5 but i don't talk about that anymore. now it's just my mom, Katherine, my dad, Ben, and my brother, Sebastian but everyone calls him Seb. Seb is 14 years old, and let me tell you, we look oddly a like. just without the tattoos and piercings. him and i go to the same high school. he's in grade 9 and i'm in grade 11. Seb means everything to me, he's like my best friend, i look out for him. but now my house is on fire. and i don't know what to do next. but let's back track to the summer of grade 10. where everything will fall into place, where you'll understand everything a bit better.