Part 1:

The boy's window was broken for one thing. It happened three days ago, when a boy threw a rock at the window. Although he never intended on hitting the window, what he wanted to do was hit the boy; who was staring at him through the window. Which is sort of usual behaviour but also a bit...different. The boy with the window problem, was laying on his bed; with a frown. His bedroom was medium size, with one window next to his bed. He was an eighteen year old boy unable to get a job. His name was Henry, which sounds like a boring, plain name. But that was not the case. Because when he was younger he had the time of his life. You would of known him as: Horrid Henry. A boy who was so horrid that people had to scream with frustration from all the things he did. But when he was twelve years and two months old, one night something changed him. Something happened which allowed him to see the world around him, to see what life was really like. It made him feel that he only had one life, and all the stuff he has done...all seems pointless. But that's another story for another day. Henry had changed his fashion sense in the past years. He still had brown,messy hair, but now has strips of black hair dye at the tips of his hair. He had the same dark brown eyes, but the spark he had left years ago. He had a dark blue shirt on, with a dirty black jacket, and he wore jeans.
The door to his room opened and a boy with blonde hair poked his head in. "Henry, mum wants you down stairs."
"Out." Henry said, tonelessly. The boy did as he was told. Henry sighed and got up and went through the door.
The boy with blonde hair was his younger brother, Peter. He's a few years younger than Henry, he has a big, bush of blonde hair. He has big sea, blue eyes and about sixteen to seventeen years old. We all know him as 'Perfect Peter'. He's not that perfect any more. Yes he did go to uni at a younger age, but he has changed. His voice is much deeper then it use to be. When he was around thirteen years old, he kept changing to good, to bad and back to good again. He didn't understand how people can be both and broke down in front of his parents. The parents helped him cope and figured that taking sides on which son is better then the other is wrong and could make the children unhappy. They stopped saying that Peter was good and helped both children in their lost. After uni, Peter went and became the assistant chief of a famous restaurant, which sometimes the family eats there together.
Henry went through the kitchen. It was a smaller kitchen than they used to have. They had the cooker in the corner and the fridge on the other side of the wall. There was a small table with two chairs, Peter and Henry would gladly stand so their parents could use it. They had a small living room, the t.v was on the wall right in the middle, they got a new red sofa which they all could seat on together and best of all a nice warm fire-place. And the three other rooms were the bedrooms. You see...Years ago, they moved out of the house and into a bungalow. They moved because Henry's father, Simon was getting too old and he couldn't get up the stairs without anyone's help. So they moved.
Henry's mother was sitting at the small table and Peter was mopping the floor. As Henry entered the kitchen, he held on to the side as he walked in. He had this something like this happen before to him. Peter was once mopping up and Henry had slipped, causing him to fall. And Henry didn't go easy on Peter that time. Since Henry was changed, he wasn't that boy who always imagine dinosaurs and creatures that would harm his brother. He would now fight, and proper too. Henry does have anger problems and short tempers, but he's been trying to keep it down.
Henry slipped, but with the tight hold on the side, he was fine. Melissa looked up from reading the newspaper and smiled.
"Hello Henry. Have you found a job yet?" She didn't say this like she normally would when Henry was younger, her voice raised in question and bold. Instead it was light and high.
"No. Not yet" His voice gruff, he sat down and took a newspaper from the middle of the table. "I'm still looking for one"
" Well you better find one quick Henry, it's not like me and Peter should be the only ones with a job, you need to help with the money" she said this a bit harsh then she realised, Henry was looking down at the newspaper, clenching and unclenching his fist. Melissa looked at her troubled son, she knew she went a bit too far there. They told her to be patience and that she will. She changed the conservation. "How about you make us dinner eh?"
"Fine." He sighed and looked in the fridge for the ingredients for the dinner.
"Dear, your father will need soup and...what will you be making for us?" she said with a grin. Peter grinning along as well.
"It's a surprise" he said. Yes Henry cooks! When Henry was fifteen his mother made him go to Peter and ask Peter to show him how to make their very own soup. Henry didn't like the idea at first, but he was trying to show he was a new person, despite he hates his brother. But he had fun, he really did. He was able to make soup himself after that and use his own spices what the whole family liked. Henry started chopping up the carrots.
An hour later they were all sitting down in the living room, eating their strew, or soup for Simon. They all loved their food, Henry was a really good cook! They used to ask him, will he cook in a restaurant like Peter, although they stopped that now last time Peter wasn't so lucky and Henry hit his head against the wall. Then they started up a conversation. The family was much different now, this is because when Peter had that break down, they had to change and they somehow brought in a person who knew how to cope with kids, so she came and helped them out. One idea for the family, is to have family conversations at dinner.
After dinner Henry went back to the living room, with a newspaper under his arm. He sat on a armchair in the middle of the room, facing the t.v. He took the remote and turned the t.v on, he went to the news and started reading the newspaper while listening the t.v; his head deep in the paper. Yes the news! Henry didn't watch those t.v shows he use to watch, nor did he listen to that 'racket' all day either. The t.v shows he use to watch were cancelled just after he became a changed man. Turns out the t.v show had very poor rating, and had to be closed down. But the band, was still there, he just didn't like them anymore.
"...and the government are having problems with the tax and are deciding to close down some foundations and charities to get the income they need and... " The news women stated. Henry sighed.
"Money these days, tax, money, food blah blah blah! Everything needs money these days and a lot of people can't even get a dollar!" Henry moaned. Henry use to believe that he would become famous one day, or even a singer. That changed as well. He figured out that it is very hard to become famous and have a lot of money and it depends how you get famous, most of that money he will need for taxes and he can't spend it on anything he wanted; and he learnt that when you're a singer you need to be really good and most of the equipment needs to be paid for and it all depends who likes his songs, if he doesn't get a lot of listeners then...he's done for. He understood then, that people can't keep money forever, even royalty can't keep their money for long.
Henry sighed, he turned off the t.v and put his head back against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. His eyes stung from straining them too much and he had a headache.
Peter came through the door and walked over to the arm chair his brother was in, he stood behind the chair and looked down at Henry. Memories flooded back to Peter, the ones where he was mean to him, got him into trouble and worse. He remembered why he did it: attention. Henry got into trouble and the parents would go to him, Peter was so good then. But change doesn't mean it's a bad change. "Ello Henry!" he called to him with a smile, a real smile.
Henry looked up with a frown on his face, once again. Henry put his hand up, shaped it like a gun. "Bang." He said tonelessly. " Now you'er dead."
"Heh...very funny" Peter said it with a tone, as he narrowed his eyes. Henry sat up and turned his head to look at his brother, he suddenly shook his head and got up, towards the door.
"I'm going out." he said, surprising Peter.
"Out? Out where actually?" he asked, Henry was already opening the door.
"Out, that's all" Henry hasn't been out of the house in ages, except drive around in his car, he's got a Audi TT. That's why he surprised Peter, without a second glance Henry was gone.
Henry walked for a bit. Then let his feet carried him, he wasn't thinking of going anywhere. It was as if someone was controlling his feet. He walked round the corner, took a right and then a left. And he was standing at the house where he used to live. It made him feel like he had wasps in his stomach. Next to his house was Margaret's house, yes she still lived there too. Who knew? Margaret hadn't changed that much. She was still the tough looking girl in the town. She works at a company what deals with the government and taxes, although she wants her fathers job. Her father works at a very big company call 'GatLats'. The company makes a lot of the usual technology and very expensive furniture. She hasn't got the job yet, her father has become more stern with her and can actually hold a argument against Margaret. He turned a bit sour since Margaret's mother died from an old heart, it was just her time. Margaret wishes her father digs his grave too. She's been a annoying lady for her father, and her father can seem to put p with her anymore and takes a lot of his holiday and runs off to a different for a month. She wants him to die quick. Henry walked past her house, but he didn't get very far when the door opened. Margaret had opened it, she was in a mood, that she almost didn't see Henry, in till she looked up of course. She was first shocked to see him, then it turned into anger and then to hatred. She marched right up to him; he tried to walk away but she took a firm grip on his arm and started pulling his arm, making him move closer towards her.
"Well look who it is! Henry! You little weasel! I never aspect to see you out in the sun! " She shouted, drawing in the looks of passersbys. He tried to shake her hand off, but her grip was like iron, and it started to hurt. Henry cursed under his breath. He really didn't need this now.
"No one misses you, Henry. No one cares that you left, they hate you" She gripped his arm harder. Henry almost's winches, almost. " Everyone hates you"
Henry doesn't say anything, just looks away from her, as if none of this was really happening. She has changed. Her hair was still a reddish, brown colour, but it was short just under the ear. Her black eyes were cold as usual, but much darker. Her face had a few wrinkles on, it was quite funny actually! She already looked old! She was wearing a green jumper and black pants. She was wearing worn out trainers. Her earrings glistered in the afternoon sun, her earrings had a skull and bones crossing, like poison. Yeah she was poison all right.
"...I figured that out years ago..." growled Henry, Margaret was shocked, he didn't say anything threatening, why!? He shook her hand off and marched off, with Margaret yelling at him to come back, she wasn't finished with him yet.
Henry figured it would be best to go to the park, he needed the exercise. He couldn't do it in the the garden; it wasn't even a garden, and people would watch him. He jogged around a bit, Henry was able to control his breathing after the fateful night, when he was twelve. As I said, it's another story for another time. You may find out about it, you may won't. just except it. As Henry was thinking back to that nightmare of a night, he bumped into someone. He hit the person that hard that he fell to the ground. He saw two-no three figures of the person, they all suddenly merged into one. Henry's dizzy eyes rolled a bit, and then he shook his head, he looked up to see a boy. He had neat brown hair, his hazel eyes pierced into Henry's dark brown ones. He knew this boy from somewhere...oh shit it was Ralph. Ralph had turned out to be a hot looking boy, a few weeks ago he went to Los Angeles and came back with a tan. He changes his fashion sense a lot. He's got on a pale white shirt with the words 'Lick it up girl' and he had a no sleeve jacket on, with black jeans. Ralph has become a fashion designer and he also was good at wood work, so he is trying out a job with making tables and chairs, the expensive but so worth it kind. Part-time of course. He also tried out fixing and re-modelling cars too, it was harder then it looked.
When Ralph saw him, he smiled, not knowing who he was and was going to apologize when he suddenly stared at him as if he was trying to figure something out. His eyes widened...oh god he knew! Ralph took Henry's shirt and hauled him off his feet, then he punched him in the eye and then buried an uppercut to Henry's stomach so hard that it drove all of the air out of his lungs. Henry fell to the floor, gasping. He looked up at Ralph, the anger in his eyes told him all that he needed to know. There was pain. Of what happened all those years ago. When he was twelve, he made an announcement to the whole school: The purple Hand gang will be closed, gone forever. That had shocked everyone. Ralph was able to get Henry alone and try and make him see sense. It didn't work. After that, Henry had left school, he thought it was stupid and that made everyone mad(apart from all the other things he had done), him leaving and changing and giving away such a good gang. This wasn't Henry, this was a monster...
Ralph spit at his feet, Henry quickly picked himself up and was able to pushed Ralph at a tree, hard enough for Ralph to whimper. He took hold of Ralph's wrists, he stepped on one of Ralph's foot and stayed like that till he got his breath back. Ralph didn't know what to do, he didn't know if Henry fought. He just tried to glare at Henry; Henry was winning the staring battle.
"Mind me asking why did you do that?" Henry's question was as simple as that. Although he knew why, it was how he behaved back then. He shook his head hard, he kept those old memories locked up, but for some reason they always popped up, as if a shadow figure kept unlocking the memories. Ralph pushed him back, Henry let him.
It was because of you! You-you-you sick bastard!" He yelled, pointing at him. Henry was unimpressed, that's all he could say? " Just because of 'that night' makes things different! Why! Why? Why does one night make you go crazy! What the hell happened that makes you such a dick!"
Ah. That was better, at least. Henry shook his head, he was having an argument here. He argued lots of time, better get this right!
"Why should I tell you!? Why should I tell anyone! I don't need people to care for me Ralph! It's my life! I have to do everything by myself, I can look after myself on my own!" He yelled, stunning Ralph. He didn't really think he was going to have an argument with an ex-best friend.
"But Henry! That's what people are there for! To comfort someone when they need it! That's what friends are for! Everyone need to be comforted once in their life. If what ever happened is eating inside of you! Then you can talk! Anyone will listen, they'll help you Henry!" Ralph's now starting to sound like Henry needs help. Yeah right.
"No! Don't you see? No one will help me you idiot! I don't need help! I just found the world around me! Don't you understand? I need to live on...my life isn't going to be pointless any more. I can finally live my life, I understand everything now. I can make things better around me" Henry's voice started cracking up, not because he felt like crying, but that he was shouted to much. Ralph looked at him like he was crazy...
"You're such a piece of crap! What the hell happened that make you go this nuts!" Ralph was going to say more, but Henry lunged at him and he pushed Ralph to the floor and put his foot on his collarbone and put pressure on it, Ralph struggled to breath, holding on to Henry's ankle.
"You will never get what's going on" he growled under his breath, Ralph could hear every word. Henry took his foot Ralph's collarbone and ran like he was on steroids. He ran home, slammed the front door, ran to his room, bumping into Peter on the way, shut the door and locked it.
Henry had his back to his door, sitting on his butt, refusing to open the door when anyone asked. He sighed and pulled his legs up towards his chest. He checked the injuries. Well there was a nasty bruise near his left eye and it was swelling. He had a cut on his lip and a bruised stomach. Not much, he just have to figure out a way to make the marks invisible in front of his parents and Peter. He had done it before. Once he had a few bruises and a cut on his cheek, he used his mom's make-up. Once she knew he used her make-up though, she locks her make-up everyday.
He sighed and stood up, walking slowly towards his bed. He was tired to notice anything...like he didn't notice the figure at his window. Henry went under the covers and closed his eyes, he would never be able to got to sleep tonight. He slept with his back to the window, making it hard for him to hear anything. After a while of dozing, he heard a band and crashing, he woke up then. He was about to look behind him when the window blew open and a figure leaped on his bed, scaring the soul out of Henry. He screamed and fell out of his bed, the covers coming with him.
A sound of laughter made Henry look back, a blonde was on his bed laughing. Peter. Henry slowly got up threw the covers at the wall and gave a glare like no other at his younger brother. He clenched his fists. Peter looked at him, his laughing came to a mid-stop. But he still had a smirk on his face.
"I always wanted to do that to you" His brother said, half joke half serious in what he was saying.
"You dick!" Henry said to him. "What the hell's wrong with you? Why did you come through my window."
"Well...I couldn't of gone that way in." He said, looking at the door and back to Henry. "Your window's smashed."
"I'm fully aware of that." He was going to say more, when Peter's hand found it's way to Henry's face. Peter took Henry's chin and moved his head to the right.
"How come you'er injured?" says Peter with a grin. "Did you piss someone off again?"
"It's none of your business!" Henry shouted at him, moving out of Peter's grip.
"Come on...tell me"
"How come you got a sudden interest in my life all of a sudden?"
"Henry..."
"...I bumped into Ralph Ok? You happy now?" Peter's eyes widened at this.
"I knew you shouldn't of gone out" He smirked. "So what happened?"
"...well as I said I bumped into him. He gave me a fight and started talking nonsense about me needing some kind of mental help." At this point he sat on his bed, his hand ruffling his hair. He looked up at peter with a sad look in his face. "I don't need help do I?"
Peter was stunned for a while. He never saw Henry look this way in ages. He smiled. He suddenly jumped on him and hugged him for dear life.
"Of coarse you don't!" He said with rosy cheeks, rubbing his cheek on Henry's own cheek. Henry pushed him off.
"What the hell's wrong with you!?" Peter put his hands up in the air, like they do in the anime's.
"Aww com'on Henry! I'm just giving you my love!" He suddenly grinned evilly. "And there's a lot to give!"
"Hey! Don't go anime on me man!" Henry says as Peter shouts 'Huuuuuuuuug!' and tramples Henry as he tells him to get off, while sending threats after threats.
Over all the commotion, their mother was knocking at the door. They stop all the commotion and Henry walks to the door and unlocks it to let his mother in.
"Oh thank goodness! What was all that noise in here?" asked their mother.
"Peter was trying to go gay on me..."
"I did not! " Their mother ignored the answer and came aware that Peter was in Henry's room.
"Peter? How did you get in here?"
"Window." Said Peter, pointing at the opened window, like it was a normal thing to do. Their mother sighed.
"Well anyway I think its time for you to go to bed. Its after ten at night you know" Henry looked at the clock on his wall. So it was! He didn't know how long he stayed in here, thinking awful thought. But...wow.
"Kay mum." His mother leave as Peter walks towards Henry and puts his elbow on Henry's shoulder; he grins.
"Lets try and find a job for you in the morning. Hey Henry?" Peter yawns as he walks out. Henry watches him go. Why does he want to help me get a job? Thought Henry. Henry turns the light off and gets into bed, for once in his life he didn't get a nightmare about that night all those years ago.

*sight* I'm sorry that it was long...I just wanted to get in as much information as possible. I wanted to put in the next morning but I leave it. Anyway I hope you like it and comment and I can't wait to the the other chapter done! By the way the bit with the news, I only put bit about a foundation closing because I didn't know what to say to make it about money, if you have any other way of making that sentence (and I bet u do) then tell me so I can change it.