Hey guys! I just wanted to write this short fic. It's a brief holiday drabble, and I hope you guys like it! This is my first Victorious story, so please read and review! Thanks & Happy Holidays! :D
I'm Not Alone
Robbie's POV
I've never been a very fortunate person. Ever since I was a little boy, I hadn't exactly had the best life.
My mom didn't care about me. She often threatened to kick me out into the streets since I was barely able to walk. And my dad, well... it's best not to think about him.
Since I was so lonely at home, I would often read books, taking me into a world far from my own where I could journey through the lives of a fictional character who would eventually live happily ever after, bringing myself hope that one day, I would not be so lonely and would have a better life.
At school, kids would tease me and beat me up for being shy and nerdy. How was it my fault? Not even my own mom wanted to spend time with me. Who could blame me for being the way I was?
Had I not been so scared of pain, I probably would have hurt myself in some way.
But then one foggy Christmas Eve, something small changed my life forever. I was seven years old, and my aunt Shirley had come over to have dinner with us.
"You're Robin?" she asked, in shock after walking in the door and seeing me.
"No," I said, "I'm Rob-bie," emphasizing the second syllable.
"I thought your name was Robin, and I thought you were a girl!" she said, shaking her head. "Anyway, I got you this. Merry Christmas," she said, handing me an unwrapped present.
"A doll?" I asked exasperatedly.
"Well, I thought you were a girl!" she replied, "and in any case, it's a puppet. It doesn't look too girly. You can put your hand in it and make it talk and everything."
I thanked her, though silently annoyed.
Later after she left, I took out the puppet. It did look pretty cool actually. I put my hand into him.
"How do you do, Robbie?" I said for the puppet, giving him an urban voice, "Will you give me a name?"
I decided to name him Rex Powers because T-Rexes are pretty fierce, and Powers makes him seem strong and powerful, far from the person I had grown up to be.
From that point on, Rex became a part of me, yet he became everything that I was not. I carried him around with me and let him speak his mind when I was afraid not to. Soon, I became so good at speaking for Rex that I barely needed to move my lips.
My mom noticed that I was becoming a master ventriloquist and decided to sign me up to audition for Hollywood Arts so that she wouldn't have to deal with me so many hours of the day. Obviously, you know the rest of the story.
People say that having Rex isn't the healthiest thing, but the truth is, without him, I would probably not even be able to hold my head up and continue on with my life after being harassed by others. Through him, I've been able to experience the life of someone who isn't socially awkward or bullied, someone who can speak his mind, someone who can keep me real. Although a puppet, he's become everything I've wanted to be, and maybe one day I can make my dreams come true. Thanks to him, I also got into a school where I've met many friends who've truly cared about me. And most of all, I won't be completely alone this Christmas. Because Rex is my family, my alter-ego, my life.
Thanks for reading. Gimme some feedback please? :)
Hope you all enjoy the holidays!