Pete wanted to scream.
He wanted to scream and let it all out, all his anger and frustration, sadness and pain.
He wanted to scream when his Father and Mother screamed at each other, poisonous words that where red and angry, he wanted to scream and shout for it to stop.
He wanted to scream when the same gang of boys picked on him, calling him and his siblings names....mostly him.
"Freak", "Fat", "Ugly", they even targeted him for being German, something he most definitely could not control.
He hadn't minded it in younger grades, coming up with imaginary friends and talking to them, talking to his cat, but he was quickly found to be the kid who talked to himself and once again he was targeted, once again he wanted to scream.
He could feel it coming, he always could, his lungs would grow tight and tears would prick his eyes, he'd swallow it all down until he felt sick, sobbing later in the shower when no one could hear him, if he was caught he would have been sent away, sent away for the tears and the anger, the sad looks and how little he ate.
How little he ate was another deal, he couldn't eat, the pressure was in his stomach too, he felt hungry, he wanted to eat but the feeling in his stomach made him feel sick, made him feel like he was going to vomit not even five bites in, he forced it down however, under the fear of being questioned.
Finally it was a cold night in November when he got to scream, the pressure in his lungs and heart rose until he screamed, he screamed until his lungs hurt and then he ran, ran to that alley where blood was drained and turned to venom, his heart stopped beating and the air was stolen from his lungs.
He screamed then too.
((Venting through fanfic is my favorite thing))
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Angst and Death.
De TodoOne shots about mine and my friends RP characters because why not. (I can think of many reasons but lets proceed) Sammy don't kill me for the angst mkay? ((Trigger warnings: Blood, death, gore, Abusive families and partners))
