Author's Note: Okay, folks second fanfic! I actually wrote this one before the other story, but I posted the other first. I wrote this story thinking about what Izaya's past might have been like. It's going to take place in his high school years and beyond, with mentions of middle school and soother things like that. Anyway, tell me what you think and I hope you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Durarara! or it's awesome characters.


He didn't understand what he had done to deserve this. What had he done to deserve this punishment, this... this torture? Maybe he didn't get good enough grades. He supposed he could do better than getting 100% on every test and assignment. Maybe he talked too much for their liking. What was a few less words for a child who rarely spoke in the first place? Or maybe he was hungry too often. He could go without food for a few more days couldn't he? It could also be that he asked for too much. He didn't really need a bed, did he? The floor was doing him just fine.

He didn't want to think about the real reason he was in here. It was too painful, and he didn't want to believe it. But he had to face the truth sometime. And now was as good a time as any. His parents hated him. His parents hated him and that was why he was here. That was why they had locked him in this dark, cramped closet. And that was why they were never coming back.