You're a sociopath.You grew up all over coastal America, house, after house, after restraining order, everything just kinda blends in. If the divorce rate is 50/50, Barbatos(Your father) landed on tails like eight times. So by the time you were 14, you and Barbatos moved from seven different houses and you attended six different school districts. After awhile, you don't see a point in making friends.But then, one year, all of that almost changed?? For the first time EVER you found myself in a school for two consecutive years, going on three. And then like... you started turning pretty a month into highschool so the "guys hitting on you" social leverage was really awesome. The popular girls would talk to you all of the time, and they were just STUPID. Like they had always been pretty. Never left out, never alone. And when you think about it... all the thinking you've ever done was when you were alone. you were nice about it, and thought you would always be nice about it. Finally in one place to build a steady reputation. And then life said FUCK THAT. YOU'RE PIECE OF SHIT GAMER BROTHER got You and Barbatos evicted for pirating BREAKBEAT MIXTAPES. ITS LIKE, NOT EVEN GOOD MUSIC??? Anyway, so Barbatos(Your father) was crying packing up the moving boxes and that's when he told me we're moving out of state! And we JUST got settled! I said "FUCK YOU I'm living with Mom", She's just a neighborhood down. you put the boxes down, go over, knock on the door and... BOOM. A GUNSHOT. You're second Christmas KILLED HERSELF! I walked in... floor looked like a whole ass video game just blood everywhere. And get this, his suicide note was stuck to the fridge.