"Dad, I'm sorry!" Wally whimpered as his dad smacked him in the face. "I didn't mean to do it, I swear!" Wally said again while moving away from his dad.
"You dumb boy! You get a damn F! Do you know how many weeks I've been trying to teach you algebra? 2 hours a day and you still don't get it! I could've been working or doing some other thing at that time, but I was teaching you! And you get a fucking F!" Wally's dad, Rudy yelled at him. Wally tried to get away but Rudy, being bigger than him snatched him up by the shirt and punched him in the stomach.
"I-I'm sorry dad. I'm sorry. I-I'll try h-harder," Wally promised to his dad. Rudy growled, "You've said that ever since 1ST grade but you never changed." Rudy slapped Wally one more time and walked out the door.
Wally went to the bathroom to wash his face of tears and brush his teeth. "I hate this. I hate life. Why does this happen to me?" Wally asked himself. "Am I really that dumb? Why can't I do anything right? Why do my parents hate me?" He asked himself again, while punching himself.
He pulled the blankets over his head as he quietly sobbed. He didn't understand this. Weren't his parents suppose to care for him? Suppose to love him? Feed him? That's what everybody told him. But now, he was beginning to think that he couldn't trust people anymore.
Hello! So I don't know if this should be a one-shot or if I should continue it. I have lots of stories that aren't finished right now, so adding one more won't seem like a lot of work but it is. This is a tribute of Wally West, victim of child abuse. And to all of you guys out there who have suffered child abuse:
I know what it feels like because I have been victim too. And it hurts, a lot. Not just physically but also emotionally. My friend has bruised and hit, and tried to kill herself because her own mother was hitting her and verbally abusing her. But remember this. Stay strong and don't let those words or hits get to you, because if you believe in yourself then you could make it.
Don't ever feel like you're alone because you're not. Lots of people out there care about you. Your friends, family, and teachers and if you ever find yourself in a situation like what I used to be in, just tell someone whether it's a close friend or CPS. Thanks for reading this if you did, and give your thoughts.