December 11th 2003, at 8:30 am. This was when peanut douleur the 5th's life first started, peanut was born to Jackie douleur and Peanut douleur the 4th. When peanut was first born he weighed 5 pounds exactly (which was very light for a new born), but this wasn't surprising as his father (which he was practically an exact copy of) was very skinny but really tall. Peanut's birth was the first time in a long time that Peanut's parents truly felt happy together. Peanut's parents were married for 3 years before he was born and it seemed to be smooth sailing, but deep down it wasn't. Peanut's dad had bipolar disorder and depression, this made it very hard on Peanuts mother. Mr.douleur, was a pastor but it was hard for him. He was told that his mental illness was because he wasn't close enough with god, this stressed him out which made him take out his anger on his wife/Mrs.douleur. This was very hard for Mrs.douleur to understand because she grew up with a seemingly perfect family, she never had to deal with mental illnesses or having someone hurt her mentally but still love her at the same time. But even though Peanuts parents didn't feel happy together, Peanut seemed to bring them together. This was until a year after his birth, Peanut was now officially 1 and everything seemed amazing. They had a birthday party with red and blue balloons, small cup cakes with Elmo on it, and a huge pile of presents, they seemed to be having the best time. But Mr.douleur wasn't, he had locked himself in his room after a bunch of people started coming. Mr.douleur was scared of what the guest may think of him and this made him incredibly anxious and depressed. He then starting thinking about all the other things that has gone wrong in his life. He starting feeling like he had nothing to live for, that if Peanut grew up to know him that Peanut wouldn't want to be around him. This killed him, he didn't want to live a life were his son hated him. So he got up off his Queen sized bed and walked into the bathroom with a straight almost lifeless face, he opened the drawer where he and his wife keep there medication. He knew exactly what he was about to do and he believed it was for the best, he took five of each pill from all 10 of his pill bottles that were in the drawer. He turned the faucet on, then said three words very quitely before he put a large amount of pills in his mouth, "good bye son".
