I slightly huffed as my father yelled at me I spoke "dad can you calm down" he just growled "I've told you time and time again son you need to be more violent you can't get by with just being nice". I groaned "dammit dad this is why I should have went with Mom when she left!". My dad got up eyes turning bright red "you do not speak of that cheating angle bitch in this castle". I almost started yelling but I knew that's what he wanted my dad always talks about how I'll be just like him and how I'll be the next to control hell but that's just not me. I spoke keeping my voice calm "dad my mom left beacuse you were getting out of hand while raising me and you know that" my father was silent. "My mom tried to stay but you just couldn't clean up your act you know she didn't cheat on you". My dad looked away from me "go to your room Daniel" I sighed "ok dad" I went upstairs the hallways were like a maze but since I've lived here almost all my life I knew my way around. I could probably find my room blindfolded. I saw one of the servents walking around I could tell he was new based on the lost look in his eyes. I walked up to him he froze in place he clearly wasn't American I asked "are you lost?" He timidly nodded his head. I will always hate having people fear me "oh I'll help you find your way to where ever you need to go". The boy spoke I was suprised by how soft his voice was "I can't find the servents room um room B". I can't help but wonder what got this innocent boy into hell. I led the boy to the room I couldn't help but ask him "so what did you do to get sent here". The boy stopped walking he looked sad as he spoke "murder" I was a bit surprised I would never have expected that from this guy.
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I didn't push him when we got to the room door he spoke "thank you sir" patted his back "don't call me sir I'm probably younger than you just call me Daniel". The guy smiled "my name is jisoo but my American name is Joshua you can just call me that". I smiled at Joshua and waved as he went into the room once he shut the door I went to my own room. And flopped down onto my bed I looked up at my black ceiling immediately sighing. I really wish I could paint my room a different color maybe dark blue that would be nice. Last time I painted my walls a bright color my dad threw a massive fit about it and had the servents paint it back. Which sucked since I had hand painted the room myself I worked so hard on it just for my dad to ruin it. I closed my eyes but just as I started drifting off there was a knock on my door. I yelled for them to come in I sat streching a little my door opened I smiled when I saw my friend jack. He was a bit of a wild card but he was always fun to hang around. He spoke "got right past the guards like it was nothing I think your dad saw me but fuck it" jack flopped down onto my bed. Jack when he was alive was always the rebel kid he smoked had bad grades the usual but he had died at the young age of 18 in a gang fight. He still loves telling the story about how he had gave his life for his friend but it didn't make up for all the random life's he took in God's eyes which fair enough jack did kill alot of people in that fight. Jack spoke "wanna go visit the living?" I rolled my eyes "jack my dad will kill me" jack sat up "dude imagine if you died here you go back to earth". I chuckled "man I wish" jack moved closer to me putting his hands on my shoulders he gently shook me "let's go to earth and do alive things you never got a life to live so let me teach you". Jack wasn't wrong since I was born here I never actually got to be alive and live on Earth. I finally shrugged "fuck it I have nothing to lose". Jack had began to drag me the minute I said fuck
