User:LittleDarkHorrors

"Timothy, get your stupid ass out of bed!" A man shouted on the other side of a dark wooden door. "C'mon, move you little brat!" He slammed the dark wooden door again and then walked off, leaving a 13 year old to sigh in sadness. Timothy never liked is father, and he never liked Timothy, but that wasn't the problem, this was: his father abused him. A lot. He's never done anything wrong, and yet, his brother is the golden boy. He had a brother called Brian, they got along so well but it was just that Brian Never got abused, it was just him. And ever since, his father has never had a wife again. Timothy got out of bed and got dressed quickly. If he was late for school he would get a beating. He ran downstairs, hoping to get some breakfast, but he only saw Brian eating his, nothing waiting for him. His father walked passed him and stared. Timothy quickly ran to brian, and as the routine went, Brian would give him the last piece of toast. It was their normal routine.

As Timothy walked to school, he saw a gang of boys; a gang of boys he didn't like. These boys bullied Timothy a lot, always calling him a d*** and a b****, he was use to being called them words but he still hated them.

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"Hey d***, what ya doing tonight? Goin' to cry in you bedroom besides your mama? Haha!" One of the boys from the gang yelled. "J-just go aw-away..." Timmy stuttered as he walked by slowly, trembling in fear. "Geez, when will ever talk properly? You always talk like a baby!" He shouted again. Timothy just stood there in silence, holding back the tears. "Heh heh! Your just a pathetic being who shouldn't even...exist!" He yelled. "Just a pathetic, pathetic being!". The boys around him started laughing and laughing as if nothing else was possible. ''"Your just a pathetic loser!" "Why do you always talk like such a baby?" "Your just a 100% freak!" "Why do you even exist?" "Your a pathetic being who shouldn't even...exist!"'' ... "...no, i'm not...". "What did you just say?" "No...i'm...NOT!!" Timothy yelled, biting the boy's neck so hard that everyone heard it snap. The other boys ran away as soon as possible. Wait, maybe...i am...

Oh god, i must get this off before my father sees it... Timothy said to himself as he tried to wash the blood on his hands. Timothy then jumped as he heard the bathroom door slam wide open. "I'VE JUST HEARD WHAT YOU DONE AT SCHOOL AND YOUR IN DEEP TROUBLE!!!" His father stormed in, staring and sweating as he trembled a bit at the sight of a young boy who has the blood of a...a monster. "NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Timothy screamed in horror. "YOUR A FREAK, AND I MUST MAKE SURE THEY DIE!!". Timothy froze again. He started sweating and his eyes widened. He felt strange; painfully strange. He soon started to breathe heavily as his tears in his eyes...turned to blood. "What the..." His father said, slowing down in his tracks. He stared. In horror. "Just...leave me...ALONE!!" Timothy yelled as he ran up to his father again and bit him. But this time, it wasn't on the neck, it was in the middle of the chest...where the heart is. He ripped that out and the strange pain was gone. He started crying normal tears as he saw that Brian was watching the whole time. He stared and then ran off out of a broken window that was in his bathroom.

As he was running, he suddenly fell on a tree. He remembered, he needs pills, but he doesn't understand what these pills were for, but he took them every day. After he took the pills, he didn't want anyone knowing about this but the people who saw it. He got up and looked around the dark woods he ran into. It was scary, very scary. Something caught his eye, it looked like some what of a mask. He walked over to it and picked it up. He wanted to put it on, so, he did. He walked around again, staring at what seemed an endless woods. "I know about you..." A deep, deep voice said in the shadows. Timothy jumped in surprise, he trembled a bit too. "Don't worry, i won't hurt you..." The voice spoke. "Masky my Proxy...".

The end.