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Through hell and back again he's been through and at the end of his adventure he ends up back where he started. Silver Creek, WA. Stacey stood on his lawn, the lights in his house were on and it was late at night. His guitar case was on his back, bags were under his eyes, and he looked ragged and unkempt. Not the worst he's ever looked, but definitely like shit regardless. The door opened, out ran his father, arms wide; he took him in his arms and squeezed him tight. Stacey felt his father's relief, but he couldn't feel the same way. While monsters are worse than home he felt better off with them, because wasn't he a monster himself? A creation that wasn't meant to be born. Someone abused, worthless, useless, and generally unpleasant to be around? Sounds like him. His father let him go, behind him the rest of his family came out of the house, including Sandy and golden brown skinned girl with long curly hair and freckles.

"I'm so happy you're okay. My boy." Stacey glanced at his father, eyes empty, and apathetic. Like he cared before. 

"Where the hell you been, bud? We missed you." Brodie hugged him next, his smile and happiness a perverse version of what Stacey knew he truly felt for him. Hatred, contempt, punk ass punching bag. Then Bradie, his mother was next, cold as usual, but she feigned at being happy he's back. All the while the ghosts of his tormentors whispered in his ear the truth behind their lies. 

"Come inside, Stacey." They led him inside the bright house. Nothing changed on the inside. The door to his basement studio was still locked like he left it. He remembered the key was in a pocket in his case. 

"Stacey, you look like shit." Sandy tried to play off as her usual self, but the girl behind her elbowed her in the side. "I mean, you look like you went through a lot. It's good to have you back." Well that's different. Surprised she didn't call him a pussy.

"I'm Teagan, Sandy's girlfriend." The new girl held out her hand, smile bright and beautiful and everything Sandy wasn't. How's that far? He's gone for a few days and Sandy moves on to someone new? Someone he can tell is better than him in every way. That's not fair. That's not fair.[i]That's. Not. FAIR![/i] His guitar glowed in his bag. Everyone jumped back. The bags under his eyes turned red, his composure he barely kept together came undone. They questioned what the hell was going on with him and what happened the last few months. He took his case off his back, gently pulled his guitar out, blue sigils circled the instrument. He played a few cords and sung along.

[i]My heart torn to pieces
My fears became real
Yet you're here happy and safe
While I had to waste away
Those that deserve to be all that I wish
Stone is your place now 
You won't be missed
May the world end so you may live again.[/i]

Everyone, but Teagan turned to stone. She backed away from him terrified. Like he cared. He went up to the statue of his brothers and pushed them over. They shattered. No happy ending for them. Next he went to his mother, her face as beautiful as always. Nothing changed, even frozen like this. He knocked her over. He went to Sandy next. The person he loved more than he ever loved himself, and hated less than he hates himself.

"I'll be famous one day and when they ask where my first EP got it's inspiration I'll tell them it was about you. My first love and greatest hell. That's all you'll ever get from me." He pushed her over, but Teagan stopped him.

"Please, don't. She changed while you were gone. She doesn't deserve to be broken."

Stacey laughed for the first time in a long time. Loud, hysterical, pealing laughter. "You can't break the broken, but I'll spare her. She'll never be free, so there goes my burden." 

Oddly enough the ghosts disappeared along with Stacey from Silver Creek to wherever the wind took him next.