Disclaimer and stuff: I own nothing other wise criminal minds would be WAY different! I am not doing this for money. I own nothing except my own lunatic mind. This is about Spencer as a child when he was bullied (aww poor baby spencer 3 I 3 u!) And it is sad and all. Yeah. 2nd online ff ;) ever so don't be too harsh please but I do like review please comment! :)
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He sat down on the brown leather couch with his head leaning slightly over his
legs resting on a slender pale hand. His long brown curly locks dangled over his face
shielding him from the rest of the world. He sighs and places his knees up to his chin
remembering that horrible day as a child. His small slender frame shivers in his pale
blue flannel pajamas.
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It all started when a twelve year old Spencer Reid had been in the school library.
He had been working on a physics project that had to do with projectile motion. Not that
he needed to look it up to know which angle would be the best (45˚) but because his
teacher had insisted upon proof. He had all of the nine books the library had that had to
do with physics but they where all a bit outdated so he kept looking for the best one and
the books where over 1000 pages each so it was going to take him a good thirty
minutes to read all of them.
So here he was just minding his own business at that little coffee colored table
with his feet barley skimming the ground when one of the cheer leaders walks up to
him.
"Hey Spencer." She says.
"Hello Harper what are you doing in the library? You never come in here. Are you
looking on books for your physics project? Don't worry I already read the first two you
can use them."
"Nah, I'll get one of the other nerds to do it for me unless they want a black eye from my
boyfriend. Anyway I came here to tell you about a rumor I heard. Well actually it's true. It
involves you. Wanna here it?" Harper asks.
"You shouldn't cheat other wise you won't learn. I am not interested in rumors but if it is
a fact and it is important since it is about me I guess I should know." Spencer replied.
"Well I just saw Alexa Lysbein and she told me she has a huge crush on you. She told
me to tell you to meet her tonight behind the field house." Harper says winks and walks
away.
Spencer looked really confused. Alexa! She had to be the pretties girl in school!
Why would she want to meet him. He was a nobody. She had the entire football team
at her every whim...still it had to be true right? Why would Harper lie about something
like that?
So Spencer finished researching his project and got his stuff ready to go home.
Yet something stopped him and make him want to go to the field. Just the idea someone
had thought about him made him happy. Someone actually cared about him...
Sometimes he just felt so lonely. He bit his lip, rocked back and forth on his heels for a
few seconds and decided to check out the field. He had nothing to loose right?
Spencer walked over to the field and heard some giggling and laughing. He was
surprised as he didn't think other people where going to be there.
"Hey twerp what are you doing here?"
"Yeah what are you doing here."
"You're not looking for Alexa are you?"
"You know she would never be interested in you!"
"Did you think she was actually going to make out with you?"
They all jeered.
"Uh no I just came here to meet you." He says looking at Alexa.
"Ew like I would ever make out with you!" She yells. She laughs and hugs the arms of
one of the football guys. He kisses her grins and then grabs Spencer arm. Then a
bunch of the other football guys lunge at Reid. They strip him down in front of everyone.
Littering the ground with his ragged clothing.
"Help me! Someone! Please! Just Help me! Please! Just stop! Stop It! Help me!"
Spencer wails as they tied him to the pole. The poor frail kid was no mach
against them. No one helped they all stood there and laughed. There stood Spencer
sobbing his little heart out. He felt betrayed confused and frightened. Why didn't anyone
help him?
After four hours everyone eventually left after having fun poking at the poor kid.
He just stayed there. In the dark just stayed there. He didn't even move for two more
hours. The humiliation was unbearable. The tears had finally stopped flowing but he
couldn't get himself to move. Not that he did want to. He just wanted to die.
Eventually Spencer sneezed and realized how cold it was. He didn't care. In fact
the only reason he bothered to move at all was because he remembered his mother all
alone at home. He struggled with the bindings until they came loose. His wrist and
ankles where raw. They had a red rim around them. It was only forty eight degrees
though not the coldest it could get here in Las Vegas in the winter but He was probably
going to be sick. Physically and probably emotionally scarred too.
He picked up his clothes of off the floor put them on slowly and walked home.
When he got there he found his mother having one of his episodes. She had
never even known he was gone. All he wanted was someone to understand him, to look
out for him, to care about him. That was all.
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He sat there on the couch. Tears streaming down his beautiful face entangling
themselves within his hair. His eyes shined in the dark. He wished he could forget and
have someone there to comfort him but he was alone again.