Hellope!

I had the idea from this storie since last year (around November) and I wrote it and just left it there sitting in my documents. So today I was bored and decided to read it and edit some things and add other stuff and here it is now. Now I'm not sure what to call it though, the title I put might change. And I won't be updating frequently, because, I could be into this story today, than I want to write something diferent and soon enough I just forget this and delete it xD But I'm not doing that with this story. I like Angst Freddie stories :D So I'll probably change the name of this and I'll add new chapters whenever I can.

And since now I say...there will be seddie! :D (Just cuz Sam isn't in the character's thing doesn't mean it's creddie. Never!)

Read on :D

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Darkness. That was all I could see as I stood up in wherever I was. But...where am I?

My eyes began to adjust to the low lighted room. I searched for something that could bring me light, like my cell phone, but my hands only touched the cold wooden floor. It was like I was in an empty room, with nothing around but me.

Suddenly, I fell backwards and hit the rough floor with a thud. I groaned, feeling a horrible pain in the back of my head. Now I couldn't think. The pain was too unbearable. My hands automatically touched the back of my head with pain, too feeling liquid cover them. When I looked closely at the palm of my hands, blood was all over them. But how? I just hit the floor, I don't think it was enough to get a concussion or to bleed. I felt so confused. I don't remember why I was even laying on the floor in the first place.

"Stay calm kid. We don't want your momma to come in here and see you like this" I heard a familiar man's voice say. His voice was deep and sounded dead serious. I've heard this voice before, I just know I have...And suddenly all of the memmories hit me in the face like the taco truck all over again, but worse.

"W-w..." I tried to speak, but the words would not come out of my mouth. My lungs weren't working properly.

He looked at me with a face that could kill if looks could. He turned to the door and before opening it he spoke "Go wash off Fredward, before your mother sees you like this, and here" He threw a bottle of pills at me. "Take one a day. Now hurry up and get ready for school kid" He finally evacuated the room completely.

My head was still spinning. I could feel some blood in the back of my head. My whole body felt sore and my wrists burned under my sleeves. I grabbed the pills from my side and carefully stood up, making sure the pain I already had wouldn't grow worse. I finally got to my feet and walked over to the bathroom, wrapping my arm around my stomach.

I put the pill bottle down and splashed some water in my face. I dried my face with a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was pale, some bruises covered my cheeks, blood was all over my light blue hooddie and my hair was pointing in random directions. I was a mess. A wreck. A walking zombie. I sighed.

School started in 30 minutes, and I don't even feel like going. I don't feel like anything. But I have no other choice...

"Freddie, your gonna be late! Hurry up, school starts in 30 minutes!" My overly protective mother yelled from the other side of the door.

I was gonna answer, but my lungs were still not working. Not a single sound came from my throat. But I won't tell my mom. She'll go off and buy me some weird medicine and get all protective over me and I don't want that to happen today.

I took off my hoodie to reveal my stomach. My abdomen hurt as I touched it. I'm pretty sure I'm getting a big bruise there later on. Y wrists were completely covered in blood and wounds. I really don't know how that got there, considering that I don't cut myself or anything. I sighed as I stripped the rest of my clothes off and stepped into the shower.

I scrubbed all the blood from my body. I now noticed a small vertical line on my wrist. The blood swell quickly and disappear along with the water. I had other wounds on my legs and my cheek burned. I felt horrible, but I couldn't be absent for school today.

After I showered, I put on a long sleeved black shirt under a dark blue penny t, jeans and black converse. I grabbed my backpack from the floor and headed out of my room as I combed my hair. I just let it fall to my face, I didn't have time to apply hairspray since I was already late.

"Honey do you want some bacon with your eggs?" I heard my mom ask. I was about to nod yes but somebody else answered for me.

"Sure" HE said. I saw him sitting on the kitchen table, watching my mother's every move as she cooked breakfast. My stomach was growling, begging me for food, but 1. I was late and 2. I did not want to face him here. So I kept walking to the door, but was stopped...

"Fredward Benson"

I turned around to see him staring at me back with a frown planted on his face. His look was dead serious. Scary dead serious. Like I had done some kind of crime. I just gave him a small sideways smile to signal him that I was listening. I cleared my throat, but my lungs wouldn't respond.

"And where do you think your going?" He asked with arms crossed.

I showed him my backpack, like it couldn't be more obvious.

He gave me a puzzled but angry look and suddenly he was dragging me back to my room and into my bathroom. His hand stayed on my shoulder so tightly it hurt, as he browsed his eyes around the counter and grabbed the pill bottle with his free hand.

"You didn't take one did you?" He asked. "Did You!" He said angrier.

I slowly nodded my head no. He looked like he wanted to kill me in the spot, but for some reason he didn't. He abruptly let go of my shoulder and opened the pill bottle. He got out two pills. "Open your mouth" He indicated me. I did as I was told and he shoved the two pills into my mouth.

"Swallow" I swallowed the pills with difficulty, but I managed to get them down. I looked at him, hoping he'd tell me to leave now, but he didn't. He grabbed me by the collar, pushing me against the wall and got dangerously closer to my face.

"If you ever disobey me, I swear to God I'll-"

"Richard, your breakfast is done" Mom yelled from the kitchen, saving my life.

"Be right there" He yelled back at her, not leaving his gaze from me any second. "...and if you speak about this, about anything, it's gonna get uglier" He pushed me, making me hit the wall hard and slide down it. He left the bathroom to eat his breakfast.

I just stayed there, not bothering to get up, not bothering to fix my hair or my collar that was now a mess, not bothering to clean my face after a few of his saliva escaped his lip and landed on my face, and it was disgusting, but I didn't care.

"Freddie, time to go!" Mom yelled.

I sighed, I couldn't act this way in school, I know Carly would ask me what's wrong, I feel so unlike myself today, and it's not even lunch yet. I stood up from the floor, still feeling the pain hit my abdomen and tying to ignore it. I fixed my hair, my collar and cleaned my face from his nasty saliva. I walked into the living room, grabbed my backpack and sprinted out of my apartment so nobody would notice I had left. I entered the Shay apartment and waved at Spencer as he passed by me.

"Oh hey Fredd'O, we're leaving in a second, as soon as I find my keys" He searched under the couch and seemed to find nothing so he proceeded to the kitchen. Carly stood besides the couch, brushing her hair with one hand and holding a mirror in the other. "Hey" She greeted me giving me a quick smile and returning to the mirror. I smiled back at her.

"FOUND IT!" Spencer shouted from the kitchen sink.

"What? My ribbon?" Carly asked turning her gaze to her brother.

"No, my car keys, they were in the food disposal" Spencer said showing us his keys filler with old, rotten food.

"But why were your car keys in..."

"Hey peoples what goes on" Sam barged into the apartment like it was her home. "Fredbag" She greeted me by pushing me to the side and throwing herself into the couch.

I steadied myself, suddenly feeling like I was going to collapse. My whole body just wants to fall to the floor and stay there. But I fight it, and just try my best at standing still. It's bad enough I already feel like puke, now she wants to make me feel worse than puke.

"Let's go muchachas and muchacho" Spencer said stepping into the elevator.

"But I just laid downnnn" Sam whined.

"Too baaaaad" Spencer whined back.

Sam grunted as she stood up from the couch and followed me and Carly into the elevator.

We rode down the elevator for a minute. I was in deep thought all the time and still unable to speak. I don't understand why this is all happening. I've been good to everybody, I'm not bad, and yet my life is literally a living hell every single day. I sighed, staring at my black converse.

"What up with you Freddouche?" I suddenly hear Sam's voice and it caught me off guard.

The elevator doors open to the lobby, giving me advantage of not answering Sam's question. We all walk out and head to Spencer's car.

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What did you think? Huh? Huh?

Thank you for reading this :D

And I apologize now if I don't update this in like a month. But still , thanks (: