My twisted family.

My family. Lets start with my mom.

My mom (Tracy Huntley)...our dynamic and frankly quite complex relationship. I'll start off by saying my mom tried to kill me multiple times when I was really little hence the hate formed. My mom was a musician she was gone all the time and when she was home she would always yell at me. She wanted me to be a great person (such as a lawyer or president), but my grades were bad and I didn't want to be someone great. I just wanted to be an artist. She never accepted me. I still loved her though she was the only person I could talk to. Then she became a prostitute, and things went downhill again. She would come home crying all the time. She would come in my room and hold me. I was her comforter. Then one night she didn't come in my room so I walked around the house. There she was dead on the living room floor in a large pool of blood. I wasn't scared instead I just stood there looking at all that blood.

My real father (Jakob Kiliko)...I didn't really know him that well. He was a doctor he was gone all the time as well, but when he was home we would do lots of fun things. We'd make forts, go to the park, play catch, go swimming, and he'd teach me stuff about the stars. He would tell me lots of stories. I loved him. One day we were going to make a huge jungle gym in the backyard so he went to the bank to get some money for the supplies. Then the thieves came in and were about to shoot a girl when my father took her place. He died leaving me his fortune.

My fake father (Werner Lois)...he was my least favorite person. He would beat me, drown me, starve me, rape me, and cut me every night since my mom had died. He would sometimes bring other kids to me and make me rape them. I liked the sex but I hated being pushed around. I accidentally killed a little girl once. My father made me push her around. I pushed her hard, and she whacked her head on the wall really hard and died. I didn't mean to kill her. I slowly approached her... "I'm sorry," I whispered. The blood oozed from her head. At that moment I realized the monster I was becoming. So when my father left I searched the house for a weapon. I found the gun in his closet loaded it and sat by the door waiting for his return. He came home and BAM he didn't know what hit him. I shot him in the stomach so I knew he would suffer. I watched the life drain out of him. Then I went into foster care.

My grandmother on my moms side (Mrs. Huntley)...well since I just met her there's not much to say. She's 64, lives in Missouri, I remember her being at the funeral and that's about it.

My sister (Eden Mercy)...I don't remember much about her. I loved her a lot. She was smart. She was murdered....yep that's about it.

The number beside each name indicates which foster family they're from.

My foster (3) brother (Nick)...um he's in his late thirties. He runs a hobby store. He's aways been moms favorite. He has a wife named Dana and three kids...a boy and two girls I think.

My foster (3) sister (Alice)...She's in her early forties. She works at a sewing shop. She has two sons and three grand kids...or maybe four.

My foster (2) brother (Mario)...Max and Mario are seven year old twins who love video games.

My foster (2) brother (Max)...Max and Mario are seven year old twins who love video games.

My foster (2) sister (Ava)...she's a teenager who is overly popular. I'm not sure why but people adore her.

My foster (2) sister (Angel)...she's in her later teens. She's going to college.

My foster (2) sister (Angelina)...she's 17 I think. She always acts like her life is sooo hard. Trust me it's not hard she sits around all day pretending to be working.

My foster (2) sister (Matilda)...Matilda is 4. She's my favorite from this family. Whenever I tried to hold her everyone would freak out and say something like this, "Mom Sylo's going to hurt Matilda." I didn't want to hurt her I just wanted to hold her. She is beautiful. She calls me Slylo.

My foster (3) brother (George)...I have never met him.

My foster (1) brother (Peter)...he's always been my favorite foster sibling. He is nineteen. He used to share an apartment with me. We would do crazy stuff together. We Skype occasionally. He is a navy seal right now so I don't see him as often as I'd like to. When he does come back we have a great time though.

My foster (1) sister (Sarah)...she's in her late twenties. I hate her a lot. She used to make fun of Peter a lot. She would make fun of me as well just because I killed her cat. I hate her so much. I never visit her of course but I think she has one kid named Travis.

My foster (1) mother (Mrs. Grey aka Mo Mo)...my ultimate favorite foster parent. She was always nice to me, but more importantly she excepted me for who I am. She would punish Sarah for making fun of me and Peter. She loved me, did everything right, understood me, and helped me. I don't think I deserve her love and affection.

My foster (2) father (...?)...he was always so angry at me. He made me go to a church every Sunday and Wednesday even when I was sick. He would get mad at me for no reason. Punishment was a week in the cellar. I got punished for many reasons some dumber then others. I didn't sing in church and that was the main reason for punishment.

My foster (2) mother (...?)...she was ok. In my eyes she was just a way of getting food and shelter. She didn't have any time for me. She always wanted me to be something greater then who I wanted to be. Why can't people just except me?

My foster (3) mother (Mrs. Jaro)...eh...wavering between ok and good. She never liked me. Nick was always first for everything. I was the leftovers...the scraps no one wants because they're too full of themselves.

My foster (3) father (Mr. Jaro)...he died a week before I came into the picture.

In family 2 I was Sylo. In family 3 I was Samuel. In family 1 I was Gabriel. When I'm feeling angry I like to be called Sylo...I'm not sure why they named me that. I hate being called Samuel. Gabriel is as good as anything.