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EDIT: I still don't know how to indent when I copy and paste it also SHADOWFIST18 Spell checked. Also there is a little of my in here so enjoy and please no negative comments this chapter was really hard to do for my at the time and also no one is a perfect writer.

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Well the next morning I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon which from the smell wad awesome! Anyway my mouth started watering, but I didn't want to get out of bed but with Revolution Is My Name by Pantera how could I not get pumped and out of bed even when the solo kicked in. Oh how I wish they had made more kick-ass songs but Dimebag's other projects did kick-ass as well. Then as I stood up Fuck You by Damage Plan kicked in and how can you not get you blood pumping as the energy from that song filled my body and my mind. Anyway after a little head banging spaz attack I got dressed ignoring the pain in my ass, but hey after getting butt fucked it's not going to feel like pretty butterflies tickling my bunghole. Well I stopped John's Xbox360 the criminal that played the songs by the best mother fucking guitarist ever "Dimebag" Darrel Abbot. The man who changed metal as we know it! So I decided to play Pride by Damageplan and popped in Forza Motorsport 3, went to John's Chevy Chevelle 454 and started doing burnouts on test drive, that car is sick even in a video game. You can feel it's raw horsepower that today's cars lack, sure they go faster but that is because they are lighter not stronger. But the heavy song didn't last when I heard the beginning of Clown by Korn I had to listen to one of the funniest intro's that Korn has ever made. Then I continued playing as memories of my past filled my mind from my parents fighting, to being called fag, to being teased, and no one showed me how to grow up. I've always wondered why I am emotionally unstable, highly nerves, and so much hatred for myself I can never figure that one out. I have no problems. Then it hit me my parents are divorced and I live with my dad so why did I picture them like that? Well it was dream so I guess no harm done there...am I losing it? Thought I could see my parents under the same roof, then the ending of the song were Jonathon starts to say "I am just a fucking mental" I responded "Maybe I am," who knows I have a lot of problems I started to get depressed and cry.

"He sleepy head...oh, sweetie don't cry," John said as he walked into the room with a plate of his awesome eggs and bacon with polish bread (that is how I call it) with butter on it my favorite when I stay over. "Please honey don't cry, I don't like to see you cry. What is wrong?" he asked as he petted my head.

"Nothing just old memories flooded into my head that is all," I said sobbing into his chest as he hugged me.

"Those goddam memories always ruin the fun don't they?" He said with a sense of humor that cheers me up.

"Yeah I guess." I said getting better. He started Conquer all by Behemoth and letting me eat my breakfast while he started a race with some of his online friends and started to tear up the track with all their old school muscle cars all different types of cars like Ford's, Dodge's, Pontiac's, Chevy's, and Shelby's, but no matter what the car was John was to good for them and none of them raced cleanly but no one could beat John's pit maneuver. "You guys don't hold out," I said but he didn't hear me as he started calling them Munson.

"Come on Munson, where is your level seven wizard huh? Munson where is my Level six elf?" he said sounding like a total geek making me and his friends laugh.

"But my name is Stevie" one of his friends said. "And I don't you making fun of me you doodie bag! I am going to tell on you." he continued in a little kid voice. Another friends started to make fun of the beginning of Slave Shall Serve by Behemoth. The 50 lap race didn't last long cause every one but John were out of commission so they had to quite in the 46th lap.

Well after that I started playing Dirt and started playing Big Truck by Coal Chamber which the game had the big ass semi looking trucks that they race with off road it was slow but it was cool. After our gaming and jamming out session and my emotions were back under my control for the mean time we started making out all day. I then fell asleep at 9 pm.

"Hey Demitri wake up," John said. "Wake up pup, its 8 a.m. and I am horny!" he was pushing me to wake up.

"Jerk it! I'm tired" I yelled and fell back asleep while hearing a noise which means he wasn't kidding.

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I was alone and had no one with me, I was hurt and in pain emotionally and suddenly I pulled out a magnum 500 and blew my brains out, then it was my funeral all my family was there but no John my two brothers, my one sister, and my dad and mom were there and next to them was my casket...

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"Demitri! Wake up It's just a dream! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" John screamed forcing me to wake and then I noticed the pillow had a huge wet spot from my tears. "Demitri what is it with you?" he asked.

"I'm not in a good mood today," I said looking down then at the clock which said 2 pm.

"Demitri, if you need to talk I am right here for you." he said with a warm smile. I lost it again bawling into his chest as my emotions conflicted one another. I cried for a good ten minutes. "Why do I have to be like this? Why can't I hold my emotions? What is it with me why do I want to put myself through this emotional barbwire?" I was asking myself. "Demitri why don't we play some games online just to take your mind off of things, hmm?" John didn't like me like this I could tell from his voice, well who would?

"I guess it'll get my mind off of things," I said as he popped in EA MMA I heard it was good but it from what John said 'trying to find the zone sucks' and well when he gets mad his reaction has to do with murder so I don't think of it much and agree with what he says. We played for a good four hours before I went home. Fell back asleep and went trough my next week of school and we all know how much make-up work sucks.