Kinder's New beginning

I blink slowly as I look at my computer. The skype sound rings on and on. Is that really who I think it is? I haven't said a word to him, since we had our fight. Why was this bloke calling me? I look over my skype to see that he had messaged me seven times already. I see his skype name "The Banana King"... it's so goofy and unoriginal, but I shouldn't be talking. I deny the call and message him instead.

Me: What do you want?

He doesn't reply.

Me: hello...?

I see the pencil under my message, which means he's typing

TBK: KINDY! *hugs*

Me: What do you want?

TBK: you've got to see this!

Me: what is it?

I reply somewhat coldly.

TBK: you have to see this for yourself!

He calls me again.

I hesitate before clicking the answer button.

"What do you want?", I spat almost immediately.

"Just look.", I hear him reply.

I open my eyes and look at the computer screen. What I see is suprising. Callum is sitting there with some grown man, and the background is different from the usual messy one. Its cleaner and neater. It looks nicer.

"Who is that...", I ask Callum.

"This is my dad, Kindy.", I look from him to the man, I see the similarities.

"Wha...How...When...Where...", Callum and his father laugh a bit.

"My father went to court and claimed custody over me, and the beast went to jail."

My heart skips a beat from excitement.

"R-Really?", I look at the two suspiciously.

"Yea!", Callum's eyes filled with tears, as well did his father's.

They looked to me, to what I think was, to see if I was crying, but I held my same, somewhat unamused expression. I'm not heartless. I just don't feel emotions as strongly anymore. Its a really tough task to make me cry. So instead I gave a small smile, which I had to fake, because I was still angry at him and it wasn't smile worthy to me.

"Kindy aren't you happy for me? Isn't this what you wanted for me?", he must have seen through my plastic "Barbie Doll" face, and he now had a fallen look.

"I-I am! Really! Really, I am, but...I'm still angry at you...", I don't look at him.

"Kinder...?", I can only guess he's looking at my arched shuddering back.

I had bent over and began crying hysterically, sobs getting caught in my throat, I lifted my hand up the the computer mouse.

"Look! You made the pretty girl cry!", I hear, who I can only guess is Callum's father.

This breaks me down even more. If you are one who knows me, you don't need to know this. Whenever someone compliments me, it makes me feel terrible. I don't take it as a normal person would, like a regular compliment. I take it as an insult. I grab the mouse and look up, suddenly furious, I end the call. I see Callum's face for those last few seconds, before the skype call end and closes. His feelings that were expressed on his face for those last moments made me feel guilty, and one more thing to regret. His face looked sad, shocked, and regretful, all happiness and joy gone. I feel terrible, making someone feel like me.

He messages me...

I don't look at it, I just sign out and close my skype.

Shutting my computer, I sigh , thinking about what the message will say, and that I'll apologize tomorrow.

Here's what you should know about me.

Name: Kinder E. M.

Age: 14

Religion: Mormon, which I'm teased for, because its supposedly the moron man religion, which hurts me.

Status: Single (forever alone)

Sexuality: Straight

Disorders: Moodswinger, Bipolar, Split personality, Self harmer, Hates mirrors, Self degrader, Doesn't trust many people

So that's pretty much all you need to know about me.

That sums it all up about me.

That's how this all began...