Adam Valentine

This is only a snippet, I'm putting this up for my friends to tell me if I should write more, I don't expect many reviews or anything like that. But, It's Adam being his normal self.

“HELLO! THE END IT'S NEAR! HELLO! WE'RE STILL STANDING HERE! THE FUTURE'S JUST BEGUN! ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE SUN!” Those were the words spoken by a young, Adam Valentine as he sang on stage. It was his dream to make it big, not only to make a lot of money but, to be rid of his parents. His parents were 'conformists' as he and many others called them. They were the general, stereotypical “prep”. But, it was too bad that this boy's wondrous paradise, was only a dream.

With a gasp he sprang up in his bed, almost as if something had scared him awake. He groaned lightly in disgust as he turned his head, looking at his digital clock that read 4:04 AM. It was the second time this week that he had woken up at this specific time. It confused him that he kept waking up at the same time every night but, he didn't think much of it. He wasn't exactly aware that his body was undergoing changes that would make his life either a living hell or perfection.

Any normal child would go back to sleep, or at least attempt to. Adam however, just got up and started to get ready for school. He didn't want his dad or his mom to start fussing at him for his hair being a mess. Although in their eyes his hair was always a mess. The way he wore it was the typical “duck butt” emo hair. His hair was jet black, as black as the night, only with one thing that made him stand out amongst his peers. On his right side, he had a rather large bit of hair that he had died purple. That bright shade of purple brought out his bright green eyes, in the right light they seemed florescent, though no one ever got to see him that way, at least not yet.

Upon reaching his mirror, he realized he looked horrid and needed a shower badly. His eyeliner that he had forgotten to take off was smeared down to his chin. He still looked high, and knowing him he probably was. Yes, Adam is a drug abuser. He uses heroine and marijuana on a regular basis, or at least when he can find the time. His hair gel had managed to melt against his face, so his face was sticky and black. “Ugh, I look wretched.”He then moved to his room again at a rather slow and quiet pace so he wouldn't wake anyone up. Once there, he moved to his closet and grabbed any clothing he may need and walked out.

After a nice, long shower he felt a lot better and a lot cleaner. When he realized how long he had been in the shower, he only chuckled to himself because he knew his elder brothers would complain as they always did. In his mind he could picture his brother Kristoff yelling because the water got cold half way through. Of course, Adam would either sit there and take it or begin to laugh which would only make Kristoff that much angrier. Kristoff's twin, Christian, would only be worse because he wouldn't have any hot water at all. The thought of him not being able to shower was absolutely hilarious in Adam's mind. But, before he got fussed at by his brothers who would surely be coming to shower in the next few minutes, he got dressed and put on his black eye-liner, overly thick and perfect just as it should be.

Just as he was walking out of the bathroom, just as he had predicted, Kristoff was awake to take his shower. Kristoff looked just as he did every morning, groggy and tired. Adam always thought his brother looked like a girl, 'His hair is certainly long enough' he thought. Looking at his brother, he saw a mess of long, dark brown hair. In the right light, it would shine with a tint of red. He looked just like the month he was born in, November. When Kristoff managed to open his eyes, they shone with a more brilliant shine than any other set of brown eyes in existence. Kristoff made his way towards the bathroom and shoved his brother out of the way before shutting the door. Adam just rolled his eyes and moved to his room.

It was always a wonder how Adam was still alive after 17 years of living. He never wanted to eat, and when he did it was atrocious as far as healthiness was concerned. He never went into the sun so his skin was almost paper white. He never wanted to drink anything either. He seemed to be an anorexic emo child, but he seemed to function perfectly well. His parents hated that he never wanted to eat or drink, much less get any sunlight. However, they knew that fussing at him wasn't going to do any good and if they tried 'talking it out' he would find some way to twist their words and get out of it. Adam was extremely smart despite the fact that he hardly ever studied. It just seemed as if he knew already what everything was.

Adam was sitting in his room playing his guitar and humming to himself when he heard his door abruptly open and slam against the wall. This caused Adam to mess up and he growled to himself. When he turned his head and moved his bangs out of his face, he saw a rather angry Kristoff in just a towel and soaking wet. He began to laugh when Kristoff started to yell. “DON'T YOU EVEN START LAUGHING YOU LITTLE SNOT! YOU DID IT AGAIN! YOU USED UP ALL THE F*****G HOT WATER! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO BEAT THE LIVING S**T OUT OF YOU!”Kristoff managed to move his soaking wet hair enough when he slung himself toward Adam that it got him wet. Adam then brought up his hand and he proceeded to wipe away the few spots that hit him. “I'm sorry brother, once again I did a horrible thing. Can you EVER SHUT UP?” The normal 'Adam' thing to do was to either walk away and out of the room or sock his brother in the face and get into yet another fight. Today's plan, sock his brother in the face. His right hand dropped his guitar onto the floor and formed into a fist as it raised up. At a rather fast pace his brother soon felt the sting of Adam's knuckles. Kristoff stumbled to the side and hit his head before getting up and launching himself towards Adam. Before anyone could stop it, they were on the ground and punching and tearing at each other's hair and faces.

Of course, when their mother and brother heard the ruckus, their mother stormed up and their brother sort of followed after them. “KRISTOFF! ADAM! GET UP OFF OF EACH OTHER AND GET TO BREAKFAST!...But Kristoff you need to get dressed first” their mother screamed once she reached the door. Their mother was a rather stout woman, kind of short with curly blond hair. Her eyes shone as bright as the sky and Kristoff always admired her. Adam always called him a momma's boy and of course Kristoff's retaliation was “Well at least she doesn't hate me.” Adam would always give the same response to this which bothered Kristoff to no end, “I could give two s***s less if she hated me or not.”

Author's Note

Same as Description. But, if I get reviews for this and people actually like it, I may put more up. Excuse the bad Grammar and the language. If it's bad I'll go back and edit it. But, I hope you guys like it!