HA. WORK ON 'Just an Average Day'? WUT YOU TALKIN BOUT. NAW. I NEED TO START A WHOLE NOTHER THING ABOUT ABUSED!KF/WALLY. BECAUSE PLOT BUNNIES ARE EVIL.
But I should really be working on that. WHY WRITERS BLOCK WHY
So here, enjoy another pointless thing that I wrote at midnight.
I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS.
I kind of want evil (sort of)!/adopted by super villain! Wally, but honestly, its all in the reviewers hands to where this goes. So yeah, R&R. And enjoy.
His earliest memories are of a big, big man. The man would loom over him, big and scary. The man's hair was a brown that was so unlike his own bright red, and his eyes were such a dark, scary brown, that he didn't like to look at them. He remembers that the man would yell, sometimes he would hurt him, but that was only when his breath smelled funny. The man was never happy with what he did, and he never knew why. In the before times, he thought it was his fault, he was doing something wrong.
There was another person too, a lady. Her hair was short, bright red, just like his. Her eyes were dull green, he doesn't know what his eye color was, but he wishes it was like that. He remembers that some times she would cry, hug him, say she was sorry, say things would get better. He just had to be a good boy, and the man wouldn't get mad.
He remembers one day, he went to school, and when he came back the nice lady was gone. And the man was even more angry than before. It was his fault the lady was gone, the man says, his fault that she ran away from them, because he was a bad boy.
Bad boys were sent to bed without dinner.
Bad boys didn't deserve to go to school.
Bad boys were useless.
Bad boys needed to be punished.
The man hit him more now, even if his breath didn't smell funny. All the time calling him things like useless and worthless and stupid.
He didn't go to school anymore. He missed going to school. His favorite part of the day was Science, and even though he was only six, he was part of the big kid classes, with the fifth graders. The teachers used to say he was smart. But he didn't believe them, how could he be smart if the man said he was stupid? They would tell him that his parents would be proud of him, and he's a smart boy.
He even missed the mean kids at school that used to pick on him for liking school, being smarter than them, and being smaller than them. He didn't mind though, they weren't as bad as the man was, and sometimes they let him play and talk with them.
They mostly talked about superheroes, like Superman, Batman, and the Flash. He learned that the city that Flash was from, Central City, wasn't too far from Blue Valley, the place where he lived.
He decided that Flash was his most favorite superhero ever because he wore the colors red and yellow, and those were his favorite colors. They would talk about other things too, but after the superheroes, they seemed to notice he was there, and yelled at him to go away. He always did, because he had to be a good boy, not a bad boy.
He sometimes has nights, after the man falls asleep, after being yelled at, punched, kicked, hurt, that maybe the Flash will come. Make the man go. But then he realizes, that's selfish, Flash has more important things to do. And being selfish is bad. Flash beats up bad guys, he probably would do the same to a bad boy. And he is a bad boy.
He sometimes wonders if the man is his father, but he quickly dismisses the idea, he's heard the other kids talk about fathers.
Fathers are kind to their sons.
Fathers are caring to their sons.
Fathers play catch with their sons.
Fathers breath don't smell funny all the time.
Fathers don't hurt their sons.
But, he could be the exception. He knows he's a bad boy. And bad boys deserved to be punished.
He also thinks that his name is Wallace. But he doesn't know for sure. It's been two years since he's been to school, two years since the nice lady left, and the man doesn't call him anything except for useless or worthless or stupid.
He thinks his name is Wallace and he thinks he is eight years old. He thinks a lot of things. He thinks he likes school, he thinks he likes science, he thinks Flash is the greatest superhero, and he thinks he liked the nice lady.
But he knows one thing.
He knows he's a bad boy.
But he also has a secret "know", he doesn't like it, because he knows if the man found out, he would yell, punch, kick, hurt. So he tries so snuff it out.
Sometimes, he tries to justify his last "know", but it just ends up sounding selfish, and being selfish is bad. Only bad boys are selfish. But when it comes down to it, and when he-thinks-its-Wallace really looks at it;
He knows he wants out.
YAY. Shows promise?