Two-year old Bart looked at Lisa one last time, and turned away, closed his eyes, and started walking away. He walked away, bag in hand. Down the stairs, and out the door. And away. Away from the tears, away from the problems, away from her. Away from Lisa Marie Simpson.

Bart felt the tears begin to fall. Everything was about her. Even his own parents didn't care anymore.

Bart scowled slightly. Homer hadn't ever cared. In fact, if anything, Homer probably wouldn't even notice Bart was gone. Never.

Always that word. Never.

The word that stuck in the little toddler's head, day in and day out, ever since Lisa was born. Ever since she came into existence. Ever since she ruined everything!

Bart could feel the seething rage flow through his body now. As far as he was concerned, he would never bear the name of Simpson again! He would never carry the name of the family who ruined his life! He would never...

What's the matter with me?

The question that had been lurking in silence, just waiting to be asked. It was enough to make Bart stop and think for a moment.

Maybe it wasn't because Lisa was cuter than Bart. Maybe there was another reason no one loved him. Was it because he was a burden? A misfit? A mistake? Maybe that's why nobody cared. Because of what he was. A little monster. A little, scrawny, frustrating, and challenging monster.

And then the barely noticeable tears became a fountain of waterworks. Bart Simpson was the worst child in the world. There would be no one, no one to love him. No one...

Suddenly Bart felt a hand on his shoulder and a piece of paper being slipped into his tiny hands.

"I hate to see children cry," was all the person said before walking off.

Bart stared at the piece of paper in his hand. It was one dollar. A small gift, but it was comforting to know somebody did care for his well-being, at least a little.

Somebody cared!

Bart stood up and looked for whoever gave him that dollar, that wonderful gift, but there was no one in sight anymore. The only signs of human activity was in a bar that had a sign labeled "Moe's." He wrinkled his nose at the thought of alcohol. He smelled enough of it whenever Homer opened a Duff beer can. And beer was the last door he wanted to smell.

But someone out there did care. He wasn't alone.

Bart looked at the dollar and hugged it close to his chest.

"I will never spend this dollar. I'm gonna keep it forever! To help me remember that somebody, somewhere out there, does care about what happens to me."

. . .

So that's the end of the prologue. Hope you all enjoyed! :) And sorry it was so short, but I didn't know how to continue without stretching it out too much. I'll try to make the next chapter longer.

And sorry if this chapter is kinda dark. But with what Bart's going through, it has to be. I'll try to make future chapters lighter, though. And kudos to whoever guesses who Bart's "saviour" is.

So, my usual question: any ideas for the next chapter?