Author Notes: This is my first KND fic, and will become very disturbing in future chapters. It will contain mentions of child abuse, rape, self-mutilation, and so on. Also, it may be a bit hard to follow right now but I will explain some of what has happened to Numbuh 4 in the next chapter to help you understand what brought most of his troubles back.
All will be explained in later chapter with quite a bit of detail. Please don't read if any above-mentioned urk's you. Just be forewarned and read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own KND or am I in any position to do so at the moment. I am only borrowing them for the purpose of this non-profit piece of fiction. Thanks.
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Past Truths Relived In the Present
{prologue}
Wallabee Beatles, better known as Numbuh 4, sighed heavily as he shifted and jumped unconsciously over his rooms clutter to make his way dejectedly to the comfort of his own bed. He was tired, overly so. It was only by sheer persistence and want that his sluggish mind and body continued un-disturbingly to the calling of sleep that so wanted to claim him.
The blonde nearly wept as he finally reached his sweet destination while carefully pulling himself upon the soft frame and molding his tiny body into the warmth the bed and blankets provided. Curling up on his side, knees gently tucked against his chest and soft covers pulled tightly up to his chin Wallabee stared blankly ahead as the days' events washed over him in a sudden rush of guilt, anguish, and above all despair.
"My fault …My fault …All My fault …" The Australian mumbled brokenly over and over again as pictures continued to flash before his glazed eyes.
"Should of told them the truth …Should of trusted …" He sobbed off as memories long blocked off flooded his mind with a startling force rippling and merging with the already bile-rising ones.
One after another deeply hidden memories shattered his already splintered sanity drawing him into a past that he desperately wished to forget. Both new and old agonies plagued his mind with unholy terror making the youngster hide deep within his being where no one could hurt him or he hurt another.
"Bad boy, I'm a very bad boy." Wallabee whimpered even as he threw himself off the comfort of his bed tripping over objects here and there in his distress to get away from something only he could see.
"I've been a very bad boy. Must be Punished!" He screamed out and dropped himself roughly into the nearest corner where he began to slam his head into the wall and claw at his arms with severe intensity.
"Bad boy! Bad boy! Bad Boy!…" The blonde continued to cry piteously even as his forehead began to blossom into an unnatural purple and red as well as bloody, long, ragged gashes formed on his forearms and wrists from his incessant assault on his-self.
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Review please: good or bad
All will be explained in later chapter with quite a bit of detail. Please don't read if any above-mentioned urk's you. Just be forewarned and read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own KND or am I in any position to do so at the moment. I am only borrowing them for the purpose of this non-profit piece of fiction. Thanks.
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Past Truths Relived In the Present
{prologue}
Wallabee Beatles, better known as Numbuh 4, sighed heavily as he shifted and jumped unconsciously over his rooms clutter to make his way dejectedly to the comfort of his own bed. He was tired, overly so. It was only by sheer persistence and want that his sluggish mind and body continued un-disturbingly to the calling of sleep that so wanted to claim him.
The blonde nearly wept as he finally reached his sweet destination while carefully pulling himself upon the soft frame and molding his tiny body into the warmth the bed and blankets provided. Curling up on his side, knees gently tucked against his chest and soft covers pulled tightly up to his chin Wallabee stared blankly ahead as the days' events washed over him in a sudden rush of guilt, anguish, and above all despair.
"My fault …My fault …All My fault …" The Australian mumbled brokenly over and over again as pictures continued to flash before his glazed eyes.
"Should of told them the truth …Should of trusted …" He sobbed off as memories long blocked off flooded his mind with a startling force rippling and merging with the already bile-rising ones.
One after another deeply hidden memories shattered his already splintered sanity drawing him into a past that he desperately wished to forget. Both new and old agonies plagued his mind with unholy terror making the youngster hide deep within his being where no one could hurt him or he hurt another.
"Bad boy, I'm a very bad boy." Wallabee whimpered even as he threw himself off the comfort of his bed tripping over objects here and there in his distress to get away from something only he could see.
"I've been a very bad boy. Must be Punished!" He screamed out and dropped himself roughly into the nearest corner where he began to slam his head into the wall and claw at his arms with severe intensity.
"Bad boy! Bad boy! Bad Boy!…" The blonde continued to cry piteously even as his forehead began to blossom into an unnatural purple and red as well as bloody, long, ragged gashes formed on his forearms and wrists from his incessant assault on his-self.
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Review please: good or bad