Forgotten

The Move

I hated moving but I never knew why though. I used to be social and outgoing like my parents and siblings wanted me to be like but once my parents figured out who I was I didn't hang out with my old friends anymore and never contacted them or told them why. I still get calls from Hannah most likely wondering how I've been and that she misses hanging out with me. She used to call me twice every week and leave voice mails but I never listened to them and after awhile my phone never rang again. We used to live in Tennessee but after my parents got in a accident we couldn't bear to live in our house anymore. To many memories. My sibling never did understand me which was normal for them because they fight so much that they never really do pay attention.
        "No Michael to get to Lawerencs, Kansas you take two more right's then a left!"
    "Are you sure? I remember it being two left's then a right."
My sister stared at Michael and then crumbled up the map and just like what she does crossed her arms and looked out the window. The car came to a sudden hault on the side of the road and Michael looked over at Anna.
"Uncrummble that map and tell me where to go! Because I remember it being two left's then a right!"
Anna turned around at Michael and gave him a death look, like she was fed up with him.
"No it was two left's then a right!"
Michael's face lit up and a smile grew on his face.
"So I was right?"
"No! You're messing me up it was two right's then a left."
Anna uncrummbled the map and handed it to Michael. She pointed to the spot we were and the pointed to Lawrence, Kansas.
"See two right's then a left."
Michael growled at Anna and kept on driving.
"You annoy me."
I rolled my eyes and put my ear buds in so the bickering from everyone would come to an end.

I have four siblings. Anna, Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer. We don't care for Lucifer that much, well I don't care for Lucifer that much. He ran off a couple years ago because he hated the idea of family and wanted to be on his own. Instead of telling everyone he was leaving he separately told me that he didn't care for this family, that he was leaving and would most likely never return. I had to tell my entire family that which hurt because me and Lucifer were close and then he told me he didn't care about us, that he didn't care for me.
So Michael is basically the care giver in the family, Anna is the second oldest, then it's me and my little brother Gabriel. My parents didn't like normal names so they have us unique ones expect for Anna and Michael. My name is Castiel but everyone calls me Cas except for Michael but he doesn't really call me anything. The only time he says my name (and not my nickname) is when he's pissed off at me which is about twice a week.

We pulled up in the drive way of our new house in Kansas. There was four of us and luckily we each got our own rooms. Mine was on the very top floor with a window that lead to the top of the roof, so no-one could find me if I wanted to be alone. Anna and Michael shared the basemnt which has two bedrooms and one bathroom. While Gabriel got the second floor where the kitchen and living room is. The third floor (which was all mine) was literally like a giant living room and then two doors, one for the bathroom and one that lead me into a giant bedroom. It was nice. I didn't like getting out that much after what happened to my mom and dad.
I sat on the bed and thought about that night. As much as I tried not to think about it I always do.

Flashback-

Mom and Dad were fighting once again while they picked me up from my friends house. I started to slowly not like Tristian because he got into some trouble sometimes.

Mom and dad continued to argue about me. They have been for three days after they found out I was gay. Mom was fine with it because in her eyes her children were still her children but my father was disappointed. I couldn't tell if he was more disappointed in me or himself or both. I knew he felt like he didn't do something right with his parenting to make me this way.

While I was in the backseat my parents were still arguing and it got annoying very quickly so I stupidly butt in.
"If you two would stop fighting over me I would highly appreciate it! It's who I am and if you can't accept that I'll leave!"
My mom gasped in shock and my dad turned around and looked me dead in the eye.
"Then do! I am sick of fighting with your mom. I'm sick of your behavior. I'm sick of you being 'anti-social'. And I'm sick of having a son like you, I did not raise a fag!"
My heart sunk and my eyes became glossy. I stared at my father. There was shaking in my voice but I could still get out what I wanted to say.
"Go-----to-----Hell."

And just like that the next thing I knew were bright lights in front of us and a loud horn. The last thing I remembered was waking up in the car (that was on it's side). I looked over to my parents that were still kinda in their seat belts...well my dad was. I started to hear yelling from someone then I blacked out.

That night was awful. The last thing my father heard me say was 'Go to Hell' and that was the last thing my mom heard her son say. Of course I blame myself. They were fighting about me. I butt in. My dad yelled at me. He turned around and instead of obeying him so he could turn back around and keep his eyes on the road I had to say one more thing.

If I didn't say what I said they would be alive. I would most likely be grounded but my parents would be alive. The parents I killed.