The Wounds We Hide

by KNDfreak

I can't do this anymore! I can't. It's like no matter what I do, my brothers will never see me as their equal, as if I can't fight like them. A deeper look on Boomer's feelings about his brothers, his counterpart and her sisters, and life. T for language.

1. Chapter 1

Dear Jounal,

I think...instead of getting stronger, my brothers and I had gotten weaker since our rebirth. Don't get me wrong, it's great that we're alive and all, and kicking those powerpoofs' butt, but...something's missing.

When we were first created, we didn't act all silly like we are now. At the time, we were dead serious about hurting the girls and getting rid of them. Now, ever since our rebirth by Him, we're just...I don't know, different.

Take Butch, for example. When we had been younger, Butch didn't twitch like he was now; back then, Butch stood still and gamed about beating up the powerpuffs. This hasn't changed, but now it's like Butch would twitch every two seconds, and would you never guess because you're not living with the guy, but it's pretty annoying.

Brick, on the other hand, was more sinister than me and Butch. He enjoys beating the crap out of Blossom, and shows no sympathy for her (which I think is a lie) and just being a rude, bossy, leader he is. Brick wasn't like that in the beginning. Sure, at the beginning, Brick was a little mean, but not mean enough to hit me like I was his servent instead of his brother. I really, really did not like the fact that Brick and Butch think they can beat me.

As for me, I think I downgraded a little bit. Instead of being rougher and tougher than I was before, I actually care for my counterpart and her thoughts about it, and I get upset when my brothers always tease me for things I can't control. Well, excuse me for not thinking the same way as you Brick! At least, out of the three of us, I'm the most caring! And I'm sorry for being the crybaby of the group, Butch, but what do you expect when you treat me like dirt?

Sorry, getting wayyy overboard, and I'll explain things in a minute, but for right now, this is just an introduction.

My brothers will kill me if they knew I wrote in a...eugh, dairy. They will think I'm a girl or something, but I once heard that if you write in a personal book about your feelings, you might feel better. I think I will try it, since talking to Brick and Butch about my feelings are out of the question.

Hi, My name is Boomer Jojo and this, journal, is my everyday life and my deepest feelings.

-Boomer