Check out this site with all my other crappy art! This will take you to one of my flashes, Rock Lee Combo. Enjoy :p

http://rockleerulezzz.deviantart.com/art/Rock-Lee-Combo-64909296

I'm just hving butt loads of s**t to work on like my car, my job, my girlfriend, and my school work! im pretty much thrashed :(

Anyone that read my first blog pay attention to this one its gonna make you feel weird as much as it made ME feel when I heard it. REMEMBER: IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FIRST BLOG DONT READ THIS YET! So read the first blog and read this one then youll understand.

Remember that I killed my father on accident?Also remember the cops that told me that it was my father? Well EVIDENTALLY after ALL THIS TIME it wasnt even him and my actual father was under protection! THIS WHOILE FREAKING TIME IT WAS ALL A LIE! :question: WTF MAN?!?!? I wanna just KILL HIM!!! My dad freaking got taking away and was moved to Massachussetts then lived a WHOLE NEW LIFE. I cant even BEGIN to describe my feelings right now. I mean WHO in their right mind DOES THAT to their own CHILD AND MY MOM??!?!!?!?! :? :evil: :cry: :shock: Im all of these now. I cant take this crap much longer. My whole life basis was some stupid joke pulled off by my real dad and some cops. Yeah that really helps out my life now. And I nor my mother can do anything to my dad. This just plain takes the cake. "My life is in magnificent shambles!" (quote from a movie)

The B&MW contribution board is what I mean. I finally submitted enough stuff to be on the Brandy and Mr. Whiskers Contribution's Board! :D So happy now.

Sorry guys but I'm going to see my Grandma who live in Lynchburg, VA on Sunday. She has a computer but I won't be online because I have to go to another relatives house until I can meet my grandma. THEY don't have a computer so I won't have access to a computer until Sunday when I get picked up. ;) It's not like i am leaving forever but it's still sad. :cry:

This one is Brandy but she is appearing in a new iPod commercial :lol: I thinkits funny. Comment on my new pic please and maybe some other blogs I have too :P

This icon I have is one I made myself! Comment ;) I even took a bunch of Brandypics and made a pose I haven't seen her do before (Smiling with hands crossed). Color is a little off, but I think its pretty good.

This may sound hard to beleive, so if you don't care or you don't like hearing bad news, please for the benefit of my time and your time, don't read this.

When I was 9 years of age, 6 years ago, My father and mother would come home from work at 9:30 PM and I had school, so I went to bed at 9:00. I leave the door unlocked for them every night so they can get in.

One night, on October 2, I left the door unlocked and I heard the door open. Since it was 9:15, I thought my parents got home early. I went to look down the stairs (my room is upstairs) and I didn't see a familiar face. He had a mask on.

I remembered what to do in these situations and went quietly to my room and hid under my bed without making any noise. I heard him walking up the steps though, so I waited. He walked past my room toward the other rooms and came back to my room a few seconds later. He then went through my closet and I was scared almost stiff.

When I came to he was at the foot of my bed. I quickly scamppered from under the bed and ran for it. I made it out of the room but, of course, I tripped. He pulls out a knife and tries to kill me, but I do this dodge roll thing I saw on a game I played. He gets me anyway, and my wrist is bleeding. I scream in agony and continue to run for my life and I stumble into the gun cabinet.

This is my lucky break. I pull out a shotgun and fire at him, but I keep shooting long after I ran out of bullets. He appears dead so I go check to see after calling 911. When I look and go to take his mask off, he laughs slowly and says:

"You did...really good for...yourself,.....son."

I didn't know why he called me son until I took his mask off. He was my father. He tried to kill me, his own child creation. I had killed him, my own father lie dead in front of me on my living room carpet.

After realizing what I had done, I was not mad, sad, or painful. I had no emotion at all. When the police arrived, which I don't vaugely remember, they asked me about what happened and I tried best I could to explain it. Evidently, my father was a serial killer on several accounts. My mother didn't know, and it blew her mind worse than mine. The police said when they found me, I was standing on my feet with my right leg slunked down, and my eyes were almost pure white, blinking constantly.

My scar is still there, reminding me of that painful and faithful day of murder. My mother was still stunned from the moment. She is fine now, but she was until recently still in shock. I am the son of John H., dead murderer of many souls and many lives. I am son of Lee C., the one stunned by sheer grief by her terrible choice. This is my story.

"I protect those who fall, I destroy those in my way. I follow my own path, my memories leading me."

-Michael C. (Me)

If you have read this whole thing, please say what you think of it. Whether it is good or bad, I wish to hear what you think of my real nightmare, and how it affected you. This story was very hard for me to put out in the internet, so please show what you liked or disliked about it.