Disclaimer:I do not own Total Drama Island, Action, or the Musical in any way. Nor do I own the characters portrayed in this fanfic.

Rating Note: This story is rated T for child abuse themes, both physical and sexual, and for the fact that little kids shouldn't have to know this stuff

Note: I'm building this story almost from the ground up and I'm alternating this story with my other one, Almost! Total Drama Action. For this reason, please try to be patient with me. This story will be about seven to ten chapters in length, depending on how many ideas I think of. A lot of the inspiration for this story comes from Behind Closed Doorsby TDI-lover89 and Runaway Loveby warriorsXvolleyball, not to mention a little from The Kobold Necromancer. The characters of this story will change with each chapter and more will be added as time passes. And lastly, Total Drama Island never happened.

Without further ado, Memoirs Of The Abused...

Chapter 1 - The Hell That We're In

Third Person POV

The autumn leaves blew briskly on the window panes of the yellow school bus as it drove down the road. Two of the people inside the bus, which happened to be Noah and Harold, were having a heated debate.

"Chuck Norris can kick that Asian pansy's ass." Noah scoffed.

"That's where you're wrong." Harold retorted, "There's a documented case where Bruce Lee defeated Chuck Norris in hand to hand combat." [1]

Duncan, the school delinquent, approached the two boys from behind and grabbed them by the scruff of their necks.

"Looks like the geekwads are having a little fight!" he jeered, "What's it over this time, if the Glingons are the superior race?!"

"For you information, they're called Klingons." [2] Harold corrected him, "And no, we're talking about the superior martial artist!"

"Whatever, enjoy virginity." Duncan scoffed as he threw the two geeks aside and gave Tyler, the star jock, a high five. Before Noah and Harold got up, the bus stopped abruptly and the latter flew to the door.

"This is your stop, have a nice day." the bus driver groaned unenthusiastically.

Harold POV

Harold McGrady, Age 16, and this is my life. I stepped out of the school bus as the sun glistened on my acne covered face. My life was alright for the most part except that my parents always went on business trips and they were never home. Plus, I always get picked on at school and at home by my dumbass brother Brandon and smartass sister Mallory. I scanned the area to make sure my cruel siblings weren't around and opened the door to my house. They were standing their with evil grins plastered to their face.

"What took you so long you dweeb?!" My sister asked me while grabbing me by the scruff of my shirt collar, "Have you been hanging out with your friends again?"

In response to my heavy breathing, she slammed me against the wall as my brother came back with an aluminum baseball bat.

"Looks like he asking me to hit a touchdown for him." my idiotic brother cackled, "Better not keep him waiting." He rammed me in the stomach, causing me to cough up blood.

I tried to escape but Mallory pinned me to the ground and spread my legs, my brother than hitting me in the crotch. Tears streamed down my face as I managed to choke out one word. "Idiots."

"I'd have to disagree." my sister laughed, "Quite satirical if you ask me."

"That's not what that word me..." [3] That's all I managed to get out before Brandon hit me over the head with the baseball bat to shut me up.

Noah POV

Noah Manorson, Age 16, and this is my life. Unlike Harold, if I told you my life was just fine, I'd be lying. Besides Harold, I had no one else to turn to in my life. Even though my mom loves me more than anything, she is never home and I'm left in the care of my abusive father and nine asshole siblings. Not to mention the fact that most of the kids at my school are completely annoying and thick headed. Fortunately, I built up street smarts from my troubles and became a sucessful con artist. I also have the highest IQ of my class, but the only thing I care about is my high scores at video games. I rarely am ever home, always either at the arcade or the library, but both of those were closed so I had no choice but to go home.

As I opened the door, one of my siblings tripped me and another one stole my backpack. As I tried to get my backpack back, he tossed it from one sibling to another. I chased after it, ignoring my siblings' profanity and calling me "runt". As I managed to swipe it away from one of my sisters, my drunked bastard of a dad kicked down the door with a Jack Daniels in his hand.

"Hey kids," he greeted my siblings in a fake worry, "is that punk causing you any trouble?" He was responded by nine heads nodding. "Well let's get him then!"

Loud cheering erupted from my nine siblings as my dad chased me around the house. I frantically looked around for a means of escape as I kept running, but my dad locked all of the doors and windows. My oldest brother stuck his foot out to trip me up as my dad hovered over me with an insatiable lust for blood.

"Gotcha." he growled sadistically as he poured his beer on me and spat in my face. He then started punching and kicking me as my ribs were broken and my face started bleeding. He grabbed my lifeless body and threw it in the backyard along with the watchdog and took everyone else out for dinner someplace.

I backed up in the fear as that rabid mutt growled as he approached me. With my father's indifferent holler of "Sic 'em!", the dog bit my leg and sunk his teeth into my flesh. My screams of pain and anguish fell on deaf ears as the neighbors shut their door and windows as the blood trickled down my left leg. After biting me in the arms, the mutt went back to his doghouse and fell asleep. I closed my bruised eyes and wondered how I could escape this hell.

Footnotes

[1] - Bruce Lee did defeat Chuck Norris in his movie, Way of the Dragon. I got this piece of information from a friend of mine.

[2] - Even though I don't watch this show, the Klingons are a race in Star Trek.

[3] - This is a reference to an early chapter in Almost! Total Drama Action, where I incorrectly used the word "satirical" in a similar situation. I didn't learn what it meant until later on, which is using humor to make a point. It is considered one of the highest forms of writing.

This is probably my saddest story thus far, but I hoped you all liked it. The next chapter will probably introduce another character or two, and reveal more abusive stories. All six of them are connected in the overall plot and I can't wait to write more! Read and review!