"Hey, look!" yelled out a person. "It's the freak!" with that hideous word Tavros always heard, all the kids started to laugh at him. Looking at him with empty eyes. It was like he was some kind of…some kind of… disease. He looked down at his legs, skimming all the way down to the nubs. Looking at his own legs made him sick to his stomach. One of the kids yelled out something insulting behind him, and everyone starting laughing louder. He didn't dare look up at one of them. He couldn't take the way they stared at him.

A kid with blonde shaggy hair that smelt like he took a bath in cheap cologne grabbed his Mohawk and pulled his face up. Tavros winced in pain. As he looked around, they were kids circling around him. The blonde kid got close up to his face and said something.

"What's wrong? Are you gonna cry?" he said with a smirk on his face. Two girls took out their phones and snapped a photo of Tavros while snickering under their breath. "You're pathetic..." the kid said, finally letting go of Tavros's hair. Maybe he was right. Tavros did find himself quite pathetic. He started to feel his eyes burning as they filled up with tears. He swallowed, clearing his throat, and ignored his feeling to cry. But with the horrible feeling whelming up inside of him, he couldn't take it. His eyes started to overflow with tears.

"Hey, he's crying!" one kid laughed. Once that said, more people joined in to laugh. Tavros clenched his wheelchair handles and struggled to get out of the circle of torment. As he wheeled down the hallway, he felt like he couldn't breathe. This always happened; every single day. Nothing was different. Ever since he was little, everyone always seemed to treat him like he was a freak…like he was a disease. He's gotten use to the insults…kind of. It doesn't hurt him that much anymore, because what is there left to hurt?

Tavros pressed the button for the elevator and waited, wiping his damp, red cheeks. His heart was still pounding, he could hear it. About 2 minutes of waiting, the elevator door finally opened, he wheeled himself inside as the doors shut. He looked down at his hands, which were trembling still from that crowd of kids. They wouldn't stop shaking no matter what he did, I guess they were gonna stay like this for awhile till he finally calms down. Sitting there, clenching and unclenching his hands, the doors opened to the first floor. Wheeling out, he reached the front doors to the school and waited at the edge of the sidewalk for his grandma. Tavros lived with his grandpa and grandma, since his mom died when he was little and his dad no longer wanted him and devoted his time to drugs and alcohol; he went to live with his grandparents. Tavros's grandma was so sweet to him. She always did everything she could to make him happy. She would take him to his mother grave every once in awhile and Tavros would stay there for hours. His grandpa on the other-hand, didn't take a quite fond of Tavros. He would insult him a lot, and say something about his dad like "he didn't want you". "You're gonna grow up to be just like him" something along those lines. Though with the insults, Tavros stilled loved his Grandpa, he still loved his dad; he couldn't bring himself to hate them…no matter what they did or said.

(Flashback):

Tavros took his little palm and set it on the car window, while his eyes poured out tears. His dad stood outside the window and looked at Tavros with hatred in his eyes. As the car started to move away, Tavros cried harder.

"Daddy!" he cried as he clenched his hands. His dad simply turned away and walked back to his house without looking back at his crying child, not once. Tavros watched as his dad turned his back on him. He heard his Grandpa yelling at his Grandma about him crying. The old women turned to the back seat and took a hold of Tavros's little hand, and held it tightly with a soft smile. He looked at his Grandma's smile, which made him calm down a bit. Still quietly whimpering, he held his grandma's hand back as tears fell and hit his shirt.

(End):

Tavros never knew why his dad didn't want him. Maybe it was because he wasn't normal. Having a child without legs is difficult. You have to do more work than you have to do with a child that can walk. He stared at his so called legs with dead eyes. Soon his grandma pulled up in a white car. Tavros snapped out his gaze and put on a smile for his Grandma.

"Hello. Dear" she said as she stepped out the car.

"Hello" Tavros replied as he wheeled himself to the car. His grandma helped him up in the back seat and folded his wheelchair. She looked over at Tavros who was quiet as usual.

"How was school? Did you have a nice day?" As always, she worried about his days in school, since Tavros barely told her anything going on in his life. He kept putting off that fake smile to her and responded in a quiet but happy voice.

"It was great…" He didn't want his grandma to worry so much about him, so he never told her about the bullying being taken place. She asked him the same question everyday and he answered with the exact same answer. She would smile at his reply, but by the way she looked at him, made him think she knew he was lying. Tavros took his seat belt and wrapped it around him, buckling it in. "So how was you and grandpa's day? I-is he doing alright?"

She sighed. "Your grandpa is always in such a grumpy mood." The car door slammed shut as she got behind the wheel. "But he wasn't in such a bad mood today." Tavros nodded at her response.

"Well…w-what about...Your day?" he asked again. She looked in the mirror smiling at Tavros.

"My day was fine dear. I went to the store today and got some minor supplies. Oh! I made cookies today, so when we get home, there is a plate of cookies waiting for you~!" Tavros didn't eat that much. He never had an appetite. He never has. Whenever he would eat, something horrible would run across his mind, taking away his hunger to where he couldn't eat. He ate very little, but that was only for his grandma that would try to stuff him with sweets and all. His grandma would say he was skinny as a toothpick. And he was. He had a little muscle on his arms from him being in a wheelchair, but that was about it. "Did you eat today?" she asked. He felt his lunch money in his pocket and looked down at the car floor. That was his response to her meaning; "no, I want hungry." She started the car and started to drive out of the school parking lot. "It's ok, Tavros" her voice was soft and generous. It made Tavros nervous. No one was ever kind at him. So he has a weird reaction whenever someone was nice to him. He started fiddling with his fingers. His grandma looked in the mirror for a second to look at him then switched her gaze back at the road.

The car ride home was nothing new. His grandma would go on about what she saw on the cooking show and he would just sit back and listen. Tavros wiggled out the car seat as his grandma unfolded his wheelchair and helped him in it. She wheeled him to the front door, and looked through her purse for her keys. His grandpa opened the door before his grandma could put the key in. He glared down at Tavros who caught eye contact with him, then quickly looked down at the floor, trying to avoid his grandpas stare.

"What took you so long?" His voice was hoarse, kind of like a low growl. Tavros's grandma smiled politely and wheeled Tavros inside and closed the door.

"I'm sorry, there was a bit of traffic on the way back from the school". His grandma huffed in misbelieve.

"You wouldn't be late if Tavros…knew how to drive a car" He left a silence after his name to catch Tavros's attention. This always happened when he got home. His grandpa would be in a bad mood and blame Tavros when his grandma took awhile to get back to the house. To avoid the argument he wheeled in the kitchen to the fridge. He reached for a bottle of water.

"He can't drive! Remember?" His grandma said with a tensed voice. "Leave the boy alone. I'm sure he had a long day at school." As the auguring continued, Tavros spotted the cookies on the counter. He wasn't hungry at all. His stomach was still in a knot from his grandpa's glare. But just to make his grandma happy, he took two. "You're always in such a bad mood. At least try to put on a smile." His grandma walked in the kitchen and saw Tavros taking a bite out of a cookie. It put a slight smile on her face as she ruffled his hair. Tavros would do anything to make his grandma happy. Even if it meant stuffing his face with all the sweets she made for him. She was the closest thing to him besides his dead mother. Her smile reminded him of his mothers smile; so soft and nice. He only had pictures of his mom. He can't remember anything about her, since he was so little. But he always kept a picture of her with him in his wallet. "So how do you like those cookies?" his grandma asked. Tavros swallowed the cookie he had in his mouth to answer.

"They are really good...Like always" he managed a light chuckle. His grandma went back into the living room where his grandpa was seating in front of the TV with a beer in his hand. Tavros hated the smell of beer. Once he followed his grandma, the scent hit him in the face making him scrunch up his nose in disgust. He couldn't take the stench of it. Tavros wheeled to his room and shut the door. Luckily his grandparent's house was a one story. He turned on the fan and opened the window, bringing fresh air into the room. He heard his grandpa starting another argument again. The screaming of his grandma's voice brought a weird feeling in his stomach. The feeling of discomfort. He didn't like it when his grandma yelled or frown basically. He crawled onto his bed and put in headphones to mute out the fighting. He feel back, sinking into the bed and drowned himself in music. He listened to rap music. But only a small amount. The rest was rock music.

As Tavros begin to doze off, he suddenly remembered he promised Vriska to play computer games with her. Tavros sat up and jumped into his wheeling chair, to his desktop. Someone has been messaging him on Pester chum.

(adiosToreador Logged in. Message from arachnidsGrip)

It was Vriska. It was already 6. She probably wasn't on anymore.

AG: Hey Tavros

AG: Hello...?

AG: Oh right! You get out of school later than I do. I'll just wait till you get on.

AG: Oh shit. Sorry Tavros. I can't stay on and play games today. I forgot I have to do something very important.

AG: I will be on tomorrow.

AG: 8ye~

Tavros leaned back in his chair. Well now he has no one to play games with him. Suddenly a new window popped up. It was Nepeta.

(Message from arsenicCatnip)

AC: H3y Tavros! :3 *runs and jumps on you, hugging*

AT: HEY,,,

AC: Wh3r3 w3r3 you at school today? *h3ad go3s off to the sid3 a bit* I didn't s33 you at lunch

AT: OH,,,I Wasn't hungry today,,,so I just Went to class,sorry }:(

AC: It's okay! :3 No n33d to worry~ I ate lunch with 3ridian. So I wasn't lon3ly.

AT: Oh,,,ok. That's good,,,

AC: You okay? You s33m a littl3 off…Did som3one both3r you today?

AT: What,, UH,,,,NO,,,,

AC: Som3one did both3r you. I know it :c

AT:,,,,ITS Nothing,,,,

AC: *B3ar hugs* m You always say that! But you know it is som3thing~ *pouts*

AT: IM fine,,,Don't Worry aBout me,,}:)

AC: *still pouting* ok…H3y, ar3 you coming to lunch tomorrow?

AT: I don't KnoW,,,do you,,uh,,Want me too,

AC: Of course! :3 B3sid3s you n33d to 3at~

AT: Ok,,,I'll meet you tomorroW I guess,,,

AC: YUP~! :3

(adiosToreador Logged off)