Stewart Gilligan Griffin sighed dejectedly as he stared out the window. Today was visiting day in the mental hospital in which he was being held captive. The thick windows seemed to taunt him, bragging of the hopeless escape routes. Nature seemed to tease him, enjoying his suffering as day by beautiful day passed him by.
A year and a half ago, Stewie had completely broken down, and in a fit of rage had stabbed a man in the gut, then sliced his throat. Not willing to go to jail, he pleaded insanity and was stuck into a mental hospital. He grunted and flicked a crumb off his table.
He hated visiting days. Not because if entailed his family, he could do with that every once in a while. It wasn't his mothers sobbing, his fathers drunk ignorance, or Chris and Meg's incessant questioning. It was the lack of one person. The one person that meant most to him. He never showed up. Ever.
Many months ago Stewie had questioned his mother on why the dog never accompanied them. She brushed off the topic as if it was nothing, puzzling him. Perhaps the dog hated him now, and had no desire to see him any more. But that didn't seem plausible, the dog knew he had murdered people before, like when he was an infant, and he didn't shun him.
As many ideas as Stewie could think of, none of them seemed remotely plausible. He knew his family, and he especially knew the dog.
After weeks of puzzling over this, Stewie had once again questioned Lois, only this time she informed him the dog was dead, and the family left, leaving Stewie in silent shock.
The tears had filled his eyes in that moment and he fled, hiding himself away in his room. Everything just went to shit from there. He stopped eating, stopped caring about his body image, stopped talking, stopped brushing his hair... He basically stopped doing anything.
He was dreading this meeting. All that would happen is Lois would criticize him for not eating, The fat man would try to make stupid jokes, and the other two simpletons would ask idiotic questions until he either got fed up and demanded they leave, or they leave of their own accord.
"Stewie you have a few visitors" a soft voice chimed, one he recognized as Amanda, the nurse that worked this floor on Thursdays. She was one of the only ones that was nice to him, and one of the only two people in the building that he allowed to call him Stewie.
"thank you Amanda" he replied, and she smiled and hurried away, her blonde pony tail swinging from side to side.
He was silent, fiddling with his sleeves as his family sat down in front of him. Everything was awkwardly quiet until Lois finally spoke.
"so Stewie, how are you"
'I'm in a mental hospital how the fuck do you think I am you dumb bitch' he thought bitterly, instead saying "I'm wonderful Lois, and yourself?"
Stewie had never stopped hating his mother. In fact, every year she seemed to get more infuriating. Her nasal voice sends unpleasant shivers through his spine.
"oh we've been great considering you're... Well, here. We got a new dog"
Stewie felt something beginning to snap inside himself. How dare that vile woman replace Brian! It hadn't even been a month since she announced his death, what the hell!
Stewies eye twitched angrily
"oh?"
"yea Stewie, he's really cool" Meg added
"cool" he choked out
The rest of the conversation was just as painful as the beginning, if not more so. Finally he had to hug each of them as they hurried out the door.
Stewie sighed. Without Brian everything seemed so dull. Oh, how he missed that dog.