Before you become a troll in my book read the following: This story is true. Even though it may sound exaggerated in some parts but that is simply because of the vocabulary used. If there's anything that needs confirming, i'll try my best to prove it.

This is I, Erykk Alexandre Magnússon's Biography.

Tuesday, March 29th, 1988
It was a stormy day in the city of Monterrey, Mexico. The Magnússon family was having a nice meal which composed of three parts: Fondue; The family's favourite appetizer. Roast Beef; Seasoned and prepared since the night before, and finally, Desert; A simple cup of Vanilla Ice Cream topped with chocolate syrup. This meal was proceeded by a family outing. Halfway through the outing however, the family rushed back home due to heavy weather conditions. Later on at night Erykka Magnússon (Mother of the soon to be born child) tucked her only son to bed and proceeded to go to bed as well.
Wednesday, March 30th, 1988 (Approximately 1:15 AM)
Chaos. The Magnússon family rushed towards the hospital as Erykka Magnússon was losing blood. It was time for the child to be born. 6:48 AM - Erykka passes away after a long struggle whilst giving birth. A C-Section is performed and the child is finally born. Put into the arms of his father; Boris Magnússon, he decides upon naming the child Erykk in honor of his dearly departed Erykka.

Not much happens afterwards. Boris is left distraught about the early death of his wife, but notices that he must take control of the situation otherwise failure would be imminent. 2 years after the incident, Boris attends a meeting. It is in this meeting that Boris finds his soulmate, a mother-figure to both Ivan and Erykk. Her name, Linda.

After 3 years of dating, Boris pops the question to Linda. Linda says she'd feel uncomfortable with the children, but would be willing to adjust for him. Since the moment Linda first moved into the house, Ivan;The eldest of the two, feels awkward and tries to ignore anything Linda says. This attitude is also portrayed by Erykk, who sees Ivan as a role-model.

One day however, Linda and the children are left alone while Boris is away on business. While everyone is asleep a short circuit occurs in Erykk's room. Awakened by a burning smell Erykk quickly wakes up and looks at the fire that is consuming his room at an alarming pace. He then goes and quickly runs toward's his father's room to awaken Linda. They both make it out safely, but it is not long before Linda realizes that Ivan is still inside the house.

Not wanting to waste any time, Linda dashes in to try and find him. After creeping around the house for little over 10 minutes Linda finally emerges with then unconscious Ivan in her arms. Barely being able to walk, Linda falls down on the front lawn and faints. A few minutes after though, the police, paramedics, and firefighters arrive.

Shocked, I stood there crying. The firemen running past me, the police sirens ringing with that same monotonous tone in the back of my head constantly, people staring, it all felt too unreal. I was there, I was alone.

The next day I wake up on the sofa of room 110-A. I wake up to see Lynda. Her arms heavily wrapped in casts. I stand up, only to notice my brother on the other side, a separate bed. Most of his body softly burned except for an area which was covered by Linda's arms. Barely being able to catch my breath, I decided to walk outside. It was there that I saw my father across the hallway, frustratedly arguing with the nurse. I remember looking at him, and then his eyes reciprocating the feeling. He came running towards me, made sure that I was OK. It was there that I knew my father really cared.

It took 10 months for Linda to be back on her feet again. We don't like to talk about what happened before the incident. But we all know it made our relationship as a family stronger.

You see, Linda worked at the school which both of us attended. It was awkward at first, but after time we grew used to it. Even though she got promoted to principal while we were both still attending. We figured the unjustices that were thrown upon us were just part of the trade.

It was in 4th grade however, when everything started going wrong again. It was time for my brother to leave, he had finally finished high-school, and was heading off to college. If there was anyone I ever cared about, It was him. You see, My brother protected me. As nice as my father has seemed to be throughout this whole plot, he also had a bit of a violent side.

My father. He had assigned himself to be an armyman for the Vietnam War so that he could become an American Citizen. He was deployed at 22 years of age. My father was stuck in Vietnam for 5 years. Fighting for what he believed would one day pay off big-time.

When my father came back from the war, he would often complain about his leg burning up, feeling sore, or simply not being able to take the pain. Until finally, one day they finally took him to the doctor. It was there that my father fell into depression, it was apparent that my father had had polio in his system since he was born, but it remained inactive until the period after he came back from the war. He was faced with two very tough choices. One being to wait in pain and have a very dysfunctional leg that would require a brace, or the other being to have his leg amputated. He had chosen the first.

All of what was stated previously made him grow up to be a bit more on the aggressive side. Which was mostly brought out on my older brother.
You see, when I say my brother protected me, I really mean that. I know for a fact that my brother took the blame for things he didn't do just so i wouldn't receive the belt. Fact is, in all my life I've only been hit with a belt a couple of times, and quite frankly I deserved it. You see, when I was younger my brother would take care of me, I'd do what he wanted to do, because well... It was what I wanted to do too. And this pretty much defined my future. You see, my brother has always had a passion for film and music. And so have I.

Will be updating as I write. - Just so you know, there's still a bunch more I need to write.