He lived alone in his room, his house. he rolled his eyes and stared at the people that walked by. One, two, three, four, he counted. It became a thing counting people who ever passes by almost everyone does it but he doesn't really think so. eight, nine, ten.  His father came in with a child with a baby girl. Putting the child on his lap  thinking it would help him nt do anything of course he was wrong. The boy rocked the child on his arms while the father left him be. Tweleve, thirteen, fourteen, he stopped  counted and looked aorund rocking the child in his hands, counting to her while she giggled. A year later he was sleeping near the window while the little girl tugged on his shirt crying, he looked down and pointed at people and smiled. She brighten up and copunted as well back to one then two then three. He smiled and  counted with her from the begging. Six, seven, eight. She was two and started to run around the house naked while the boy chased her around the house yelling, at her. She stopped at the window and counted the people who passed by, the boy sat next to her putting her up on his lap. She was three and his father never returned, so they played piggy back ride with each other, soon enough he grew tired and tucked her into bed while counted at her with a smile. Three she was counting to hundreds already and knew many things so they sat at a window and looked at the people and counted one, two, three, four. She leaned on him and fell asleep on his chest softly breathing. Four she was really happy about school meeting other people and new friends, and saying she would show off her counting skills to everyone! He smiled and kissed her on the the head and agreed. Five she came home crying with tears telling her 'father' about the day and how kids would pick on her. He held out his hands she hugged him while he soothed her. Six she was really pretty and nice she started doing math in her head and then when she was done she counted to the thousands like what her father taught her. 1,000, 1,001, 1,002 she would count while the boy cooked for her and cleaned listing to her and counting along. Seven she comes home dragging her bag around the house and looked at her father and cried telling him everyone is bullying her because she knows how to do math in her head. He soothed her and told her to never give up and she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Eight she was in the honor roll for math, he came to the honor rolled smiling and clapped when he heard her name. She ran to him while she was lifted to the air holding up a diploma. Nine she started to count money with her father and telling him things that happened at school and all he did was smiled listing to the girl rant on about the amazing. Ten, she was getting mautred over the years so one day she asked why he likes to count he smiled and thought. He didn't know and just replied to her "I just do." Eleven she came home with hair a mess and bags ruined he asked what is wrong and then she held out her hand to stop him counting nine, ten, eleven, twleve, thirteen. That night he counted for her until she fell asleep. Tweleve she came home later and later than ever and counting from the seat that the boy sat and doing home work. Thirteen, she came home singing the A,B,C this time. He frowned holding out his arms but pushed im away and sang. Fourthteen She never came home. Fifthteen Still not here. He waited outside on her Sixteen birthday. And he counted 1,000,001, 1,000,002, 1,000,003. He got up and walked over the closet and grabbed a gun and a knife. He misses her, he loves her, he wanted her. Soon enough he went out to search his missing daughter. He counted while headed for a house that he knew. There was his father with a evil grin. He pointed a gun at him having his other hand to the side. "Where?" He laughed at his son while he pointed at the door, the son slowly opened the creaky door. He saw was what he didn't want to see, his sister step sister boned and screaming in pain. She was dead. Dropping the gun running to the dead girl. Crying in tears holding onto the bones of the girl. Crying on her chest brushing her boned chin, soon enough something told him to get the gun. 

        "Get the gun. Get the gun, Kount want this. She wants her brother to kill her father. Get the gun and kill the father of yours. Come on, it's in you." the girl voice said in his head. "I want this," 

        He looked at the dead body while the stained tears stayed he kissed the bone gir bye and that he would come back. He was back to the father that was sitting on the table smoking, picking up the gun and smiled saying "One, Two, Three," bang. Another one to the head making the blood flow around the house. Bang another on the heart hitting to his chest. Then another to his mouth, bang. He stared at him cutting off the hair. The blood spilled to his hand to the knife that was attached to the gun. He got up and walked out having the black hood over his hair. People stared at him while he talked to himself, counting. One. The cops came to find the problem, two. He looked up to see a house so he started to count, for Kount. One, two, three.