People Change
This Is My First Attempt At A Big Bang Theory Fan Fiction. So Apologises If It Sucks! But Please Review.
Rated T.
Set at the end of series six. Leonard is away.
Storyline:
Leonard makes an unexpected trip home, much sooner than he expected. But it's soon clear that something isn't right when Leonard starts acting strangely out of character and it's up to Penny to find the reason why. But is it too much for her to handle?.
Leonard looked at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom that he was stood in, he stared at the many bruises so easily visible, some more purple than others, they scattered along his chest, and upper shoulders. Not to mention the many that covered his arms. It was this. That was the reason Leonard had come home much more than expected. Sure it was good to be home.
But even he hadn't expected his trip over seas to come crashing to an end like this. He sighed, before he picked up his t-shirt. And he placed one arm in, wincing as the thin cotton made contact with his bruises. He thought about the night after the police had left. He'd spent many hours in the bathroom just staring at the bruises that were quickly forming all over his body.
The way he tried to scrub his skin clean. This did him no favours, he was left with nothing but deep red patches from where he'd scrubbed at his skin. Then came the nightmares. Leonard would often find himself awake, with sweat dripping down his forehead. As he revisited what happened over and over again. Always the same nightmare.
It was this event, this event that caused Leonard so much pain, he was hurting. He was ashamed. Because a man like him shouldn't have let what happened to him, happen. He simply froze that night. That night had haunted him ever since. And it was only going to get a lot worse.
He thought about Penny, this made him feel even guiltier, for one he hadn't yet told her, that he was home. And he'd been back about four days. But he hadn't returned to the apartment that he'd been sharing with Sheldon, he found somewhere much quieter, a smaller apartment on the fourth floor. He was grateful for the silence, but also hated it at the same time.
He sighed as he unlocked the bathroom door and headed into the bedroom to try and get some sleep. Which he knew was going to be impossible because he'd be lead into another night of on slaught. As he climbed back into bed. He found himself staring at the ceiling of the room, before sleep over took him once more, and once again he found himself trapped in the nightmare. It wasn't long before he awoke again with his forehead dripping in sweat. It was no use. It was clear he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
Leonard Hofstadter Was A Broken Man.