flashback

"Meg, don't you ever get tired of our world being this small?"

Meg looked up at Kevin in puzzlement. They were both lying on a couch together, just enjoying each others company. Lois wasn't home, so Kevin's attention was focused entirely on Meg.

"Kevin, what do you mean? The earth is huge! It's not small at all!"

"The earth maybe, but our world, it's tiny. Here, in Quahog, everyone...knows everyone. And whatever you do, if you make a mistake-" he sat up suddenly, and Meg rolled off the couch with a shriek.

"That's all you are in this town."

"That's great Kevin, could you help me up please?" Kevin just looked at Meg sadly, and she got up, annoyed.

"Kevin, what's-"

"Meg, I cheated on you. With your mom."

end flashback

Meg head jerked up suddenly, and she shrieked as her head hit her bed lamp. Meg rubbed her head, and tried to calm herself down. Tears suddenly pooled in her eyes as she remembered the dream. Meg sat on her bed, taking deep breaths until she felt composed enough to get dressed. Looking in her closet, she saw the same clothes she'd been wearing for the past..seventeen years now? She rolled her eyes, and pulled on the same pink shirt and blue jeans shed worn the day before. At least no one could make fun of her weight if she covered it up. That's what she told herself, at least. She walked downstairs and, as she say down let out a cheery, "Good morning!"

"Meg, what are you doing in the kitchen?" Said Lois sternly. Meg shifted in her chair uncomfortably. Looks like Lois was in a bad mood. Again.

"Pass the butter, fat man." Said stewie nonchalantly. He sighed when he was ignored, but gave a satisfied smirk when Brian handed it to him. He began spreading it on a biscuit as he said, "Honestly, the things I put up with, and no one says a word!" He shook his head as he focused on his biscuit. He purposely downcast his eyes when he saw peter getting up from the table. There was only one reason the fat man would get up from the table before he had eaten his fill.

"Hey Meg, come here!" Peter ran up to meg with a grin on his face.

Meg knew what was coming, and plugged her nose just as the fart came.

"Hehehehehehheheehe.."

Meg sighed. "Morning dad."

"Shut up Meg."

"Screw you."

Meg clapped her hand per her mouth when she realized what she'd said. Still, she was shocked when the slap came out of nowhere. "Aah! Mom what the-"

"Not today Meg, mommies tired." Lois then sat down and started eating.

"Oh, so is this something Lois is just going to be doing?"

Commented Stewie passively. He shrugged to himself, he'd come to accept it for the most part.

No one looked up as Meg left the table.

And went back to her room and cried. A lot.

"Kevin was wrong." She managed to sob. "I can barely handle my small world as it is. I'm just a wea-weakling." She kept crying. "IM ALWAYS CRYING! WHY AM I ALWAYS CRYING-oh I'm on my period. Crap."

The rest of the day went as expected for Meg. School, bullied, lunch, home, bullied, home, shut up Meg, a fart from peter, bed.

But Meg didn't want to go to sleep right away. She waited until the rest of the house was asleep before getting up to take a shower. Remembering the dream from the previous night, she wasn't looking forward to sleep. Meg was used to it, though. Whatever hurt her came back at night. Today had been, all things considered, a good day, but that usually meant another horrible dream. Meg sighed, squatting down and putting her head on her knees. She felt the shower water get colder as she thought over the dreams. All the things that happened to her never felt so horrible as they did in a dream. When she found out Kevin was cheating on her, it made her upset, of course, but it didn't make her scared and frightened and panicked, like she felt this morning. When it'd actually happened, it felt..surreal. Theatrical, almost. Like she was acting, doing the expected lines, playing the excepted part of the scapegoat. But nothing felt more real then when she remembered it later.

Meg shook her head. "I'm getting too upset about this. It's what everyone goes through, right?" She finished her shower, trying to keep herself from thinking about anything for a while. Meg grimaced as she looked at herself in the mirror, but quickly covered herself with an old t-shirt and sweats and walked downstairs, sitting in the family couch as she turned on the T.V. to distract herself.

Absentmindedly flipping through the channels, she stopped when she saw a mom beating her daughter. Meg watched skeptically as the girl cringed and screamed. "Humph, I've dealt with worse." This made her feel a little better...in a bad way. but her her short lived feeling of toughness turned to numbed disbelief as the movie went on.

The girl eventually got fed up with the abuse and called the cops. "She cant do that!" Meg gasped, shocked. calling the cops... You couldn't just do that, right?

What resulted was a bitter court case where the girl had to testify against her mother who lied constantly about what happened. Meg watched spellbound as outside the courtroom the mother grabbed at the girl, panicky, almost screaming that she needed her daughter. "

For what?!" The girl yelled. "To be your crutch? To make you feel better? I've been that for years, and have things gotten better for anyone? I've only just realized I actually have a right to a good life in the world."

"You can't handle the world!" The mother hissed back, gripping her daughters arm. "You're a weakling! You'd last ten seconds before you'd be dead in a ditch and I'd come and save your lazy weak butt! What do you have? NOTHING! Your nothing but a weakling, a pitiful waste, you don't deserve what you have now and someone should have gotten rid of you long ago! Weakling, weak, stupid child! It's your fault things are like this for you, and you don't have the RIGHT to change ANYTHING!"

Mets eyes widened. Every word the mother said sounded like everything Meg had been told her entire life.

The mothers harsh face curled into a smug smile as she said, "Besides, you think the judge will help you? No one will believe you! No one does, no one ever has, and no one here EVER WILL."

Meg switched off the T.V. and put her head in her hands. She tried not to think, tried to bring back the balance in her head she had in her head, the feeling that everything was normal, but it kept slipping away. Things weren't normal. A voice that sounded like her mothers seemed to chant in the back of her mind, saying things she feared were true.

Meg began sobbing. even though it was the middle of the night she knew it wouldn't wake anyone up. at least, they would pretend not to hear. Meg gave a little smirk though her tears, she could get away with anything. Screaming, insulting, whatever...they were more likely to be mean or hit her when she DIDNT do anything.

Meg put her head on her knees again, rocking back and forward on her heels. She sighed as she felt the fat of her stomach bulge up uncomfortably. She hadn't always been this...pudgy. She had actually had an alright body at fifteen, but the past two years shed gotten fatter and fatter. Lois wouldn't take her to get a learners permit, she would never pay for a car, so meg had no way to get to a job. No job, no money. If she had money maybe she could get things for herself, things that might make everyone treat her better, like a gym membership, or better clothes, or even -meg grimaced- a therapist. Meg had thought about plastic surgery in the past, but that was not going to fix anything. She remembered the one time her grandma had payed for her liposuction. It was painful, and made her look almost worse. And the effects had worn off! Besides, no one treated her any different, except for laughing about how shallow she was behind her back. Meg pulled her arms tighter around her, looking different wouldn't make everything go away, and she couldn't afford it anyway.

"That movie was full of bull." Meg said angrily.

She couldn't call the police like the girl in the movie. Joe was one of peters friends, and he would be sure to keep peter out of trouble. And besides, it was a small town, just about every cop already knew about how she was treated, and they didn't care.

They didn't care she was being abused.

Meg was shocked at the sudden feeling of relief. She had told herself the secret. Meg snorted as that thought crossed her mind, who else would she tell? Who else would care, really? And even though thinking and wishing wouldn't change anything...it felt good to finally admit it to herself. But that couldn't make the pain go away.

Meg stood up, slowly, and walked, almost trembling, to the window, and looked up at the stars, attempting to forget what was below them..

Meg wiped her eyes, ignoring the sticky streaks the tears had made. If she ever wanted something better, she had to do something about it.

AUTHORS NOTE: hey y'all! So I've had this story in my head for a long time, and I've finally decided to put it in print. I've always felt sorry for meg. She represents a lot of what I still go through, and I've always wanted to see her rise up and make things better. Sadly that probably won't ever happen in the show, so heres my take on how it would go.

Constructive criticism is so welcome, this is my first real story and I need all the advice I can get.