~Young Dr Barry Brown's POV~
I'm constantly abused by my dad. I don't have friends. My mom died at my father's hands and I was forced to watch as he stabbed her to death.
He calls me worthless.
He calls me ludicrous.
He even calls me a crybaby.
He says he's trying to toughen me up but he's not.
He likes to hurt me.
He likes to see me cry.
He likes making me feel lower than him.
I just want to die.
My dad knows it.
He enjoys it!
He doesn't care about me.
No one does.
He's right. I'm worthless.
So why even bother being here?
Because there might be people out there that care about you.
There aren't! My dad made sure of that. He took away the only people that care about me! I should have tried to save them! I should have stood up for them!
I couldn't save them.
I should have tried to save them...
I couldn't save them...
I'm sorry for not saving you, mom, grandpa, aunt Claire, uncle Clarke.
I'll avenge you someday.
I promise you that.
I just need to plan it out.
I randomly start humming Heathens by Twenty Øne Piløts.
(A/N: As Dr. Brown said in the chat, WHY DOES THAT SONG FIT THE DOCTORS?!?!)
"Barry, you worthless piece of sh!t COME HERE!!!!!!!" Uh oh.
It's time for today's session of abuse to begin.
This is about to get kinda dark.
My dad starts slapping me with one hand and carving his name into my back with his other hand. He slashes my left leg open and fractures my right ankle with a hammer. He carves the word alone under his name. Then he starts reopening old wounds. I pass out, but not before seeing my dad carve something new into my arm.
I watch him carve the word worthless.
A/N: Woah. That played out a lot differently than I planned it.
Wait I WAS PLANNING CHAPTER 2 AND WRITING CHAPTER 1!!!!!!!
Oops.
agrace932 phenioxafton83 how do you guys like it so far?
~Storm
P.S. I feel a little bit bad for my Dr. now...