Warning: Contains Feels

Rogers had not been seen all day. No one knew where he was. The boy had disappeared as it was the anniversary of the first time he had died as a child l....The boy was hiding from everyone as he stood at his old home...the one where he was tortured by his birth parents and cult members before he was adopted by Dana and James.

When I was a child
They'd ask me where it hurt
And wipe the tears from my eyes

The boy looked through his old room as he remembered the days when he felt his birth parents actually cared about him,but knew it was only a lie..

Sure embraces,
Gentle forehead kisses
Making sure that I was alright

He remembered the last time he actually heard the words "I love you,Peter" from his birth mother before she slashed at him with a knife and called him a demon spawn.

As I grew older and the nights grew shorter
I no longer cared where it hurt

The boy had misty eyes as he looked at his arm and looked at the faint scars and remembered the screaming and begging he would do so the cult members would leave him alone or hoping someone would save him,but no one ever did...

All I hear is, Whisky Lullabies
There to cradle me to sleep

The boy covered his face with one hand as tears rolled down his cheeks. He than clenched his other hand in sorrow and anger.

All I hear is, Whisky Lullabies
There to cradle me to sleep

The boy than used his fist to smash the wall down as he started to break the room apart as tears rolled down his cheeks. He wanted to erase everything from his past. He wanted to erase the pain. The boy breathed heavily before wiping his tears and sitting down against the wall as he sighed with his eyes misty eyed and red."...I hate my past....".

-Rogers Taking Anger