Broken Doll

Authoress' notes:

First of all, it's the first time I write a story with such heavy content (severe psychological disorder, rape and abuse). If you don't like it or don't want to read any of these things, don't continue.

Second, in order to write this story I had to research a lot about psychopathy and I used all the information I could get to make Sid a "convincing" psycho. I'm not a specialist on the matter and might have failed in portraying him as such. Also, English is my second language and I might (and probably) have made mistakes. I apologize for that.

At last, it is a VERY unusual pairing (because of the incest, partially) and I'm aware of that. However, I was struck with inspiration to write it because of Neon Hitch's song 'Poisoned with Love' and sibling incest stories are kind of my specialty.

Sorry, the first chapter is so short.

Feedback is always appreciated, as long as it is something decent. The summary says clearly what this fanfic contains, so if you're going to leave a review saying such things as "Ew, incest", insulting me for the content or something like that, you'll be wasting your time. This kind of review is stupid and pointless and I'll simply ignore and delete it.

Thanks for reading and enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

It was raining heavily, the sky was dark with storm clouds. A girl with ran home, under a green umbrella, her small feet splashing water as she stepped on puddles.

"Hannah! Look at you!" The girl's mother exclaimed as she entered home. "Why didn't you call me? I could have picked you up!"

"It wasn't raining when I left the studio." The teenager explained, shrugging and taking her coat off and hanging it on the rack.

"Do you know where is your brother? He hasn't come home yet."

"No, mom..." Hannah answered with a bored tone, already walking towards the staircase, and rolling her eyes; her mother should know by now, that Sid never tells anyone where he goes or talks to his sister unless it's extremely necessary.

On the way to her bedroom, she passed by the one that belonged to her brother and saw the door was half-open. She frowned, he almost never let it open.

Sid had never been a good brother. Since she could remember, he was mean and snatched her dolls from her hands to take them apart, burn or explode them. Although something, she didn't know exactly what, had happened when he was 11 made him frightened of toys; that phase was over in a few months. Those months were the only period of her life she paid back for everything he had done to her.

As soon as he got over that trauma, he became more violent, problematic and lying became a frequent habit. Their parents took him to a psychologist and he was supposed to be taking medication for some kind of disorder Hannah couldn't remember the name.

When she was going to close the door, she spotted from the corner of her eye, white little pills on the bottom of her brother's grid trash can.

"He's not taking them!" She whispered to herself, staring into the room as she held the door she was about to close.

"Hannah! I told you to stay out of my bedroom!" He stormed towards the brunette, water dripped from his soaked clothes that were glued to his lean body. "Get out!"

She winced as he yelled at her, stepping back and letting go of the doorknob. The wooden door swung open and Sid threw the skateboard he was holding into the room, without taking his eyes off her. Hannah squeezed her eyes shut as she heard the object colliding with something inside the room and when it was silent again, she opened her eyes.

"I was just going to close the door!" She argued, even thought she knew his reaction could make her regret confronting him.

"Get out!" He hissed menacingly, his green eyes glaring at her.

She glared back for a moment and then turned to leave, wishing she had the guts to slap him sometimes, but she knew that if she did that, Sid would hit her back without hesitate.

They didn't spend much time together, but she watched him from a distance at school. He was kind of a loner, but he would get in trouble easily. Sid never bullied anyone and wasn't a victim either. Her older brother had been suspended countless times and his grades weren't very good. Still, some teacher insisted he had potential, but didn't want to use it.

In spite of all that, Hannah still cared about him. He wasn't the best brother in the world, but was her brother after all. So she told her parents about the pills.

On the next day she was walking home, after school when she heard the familiar sound of skateboard's wheels behind her.

It was Sid.

He jumped off the skate and walked towards her. Before she could even acknowledge what was happening he had grabbed her by the shoulders roughly and shoved her against a tree trunk.

"Why did you tell them?"

"I was trying to help! you're supposed to take those pills!" She tried her best to sound authoritarian.

"You don't even know why I have to take them!" He let her go and turned on his heels, walking back to where he had left his Zero skateboard.

"Mom said it's a psychological disorder..." She walked after him, feeling her back and shoulders throbbing with pain and knowing there will be dark bruises where he had gripped her.

"That's what she told you?" He chuckled shaking his head as he turned around to face his sister, a wide grin on his pale face.

"And what is it, then?" Hannah crossed her arms, already expecting some stupid joke or mockery for being mama's baby and never being told what's really happening.

The grin faded slowly to a very serious expression as he rose his eyes to meet her gaze.

"I have psychopathy." He muttered.

Her arms dropped to her sides and she stared at him blankly. She didn't know what to think or what to say. In fact, she didn't even know what that mean, exactly.

"Sid..." She whispered, sounding sad and concerned as she reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want your pity!" He snapped, jerking away before she could touch him. His face was contorted with frustration.

In the blink of an eye, Sid was already back on his skate moving away from her. Hannah just stood there, letting the information sink in.