AN: This is a "darker" story than I normally write, but I got the idea after reading Children Waiting for the Day and Retrospective

I had always been the nice guy, never got mad, never could hurt anybody, but after that night I could kill.

It was a normal non-challenge night; some of the remaining Bass were around the campfire. Courtney was snuggled with Duncan, and Courtney was looking up at the stars while Duncan was looking down at her cleavage on the sly. Bridgette and Geoff were too busy going at it like animals to notice anyone or anything else. That left me fifth wheel DJ, so I got up and excused myself to the communal bathrooms.

I just opened the door to the filthy communal bathrooms. The floors were grimy with sand from the beach, assorted hairs, mildew spots here and there, and finally a huge crack going through the hideous blue tile. The wallpaper was peeling from what I assume was a combination of Owen's farts, water spots, and age.

I opened up the medicine cabinet to have its contents: Bridgette's acne cream, Duncan's razor, Courtney's Dental Floss, Harold's Medicated Ointments, and Geoff's Condom Box and small bag of weed, fall out making a huge mess. After picking up everything sterile, proceeded to take a walk out by the beach.

When I arrived at the sandy shore I heard a faint crying. I turned my head to see that it was Heather.

If it were anyone else they would have ignored the Queen-Bee, but being the kind soul I am I had to check on her.

As I approached her I could see that she had a pair of manicure scissors in her hand, and her left arm had a huge gash down her left arm.

As soon as I saw this I ran as fast as my feet could take me over to her.

I snatched the scissors out of her hand, and I asked her "Heather what are you doing!" She didn't respond. I turned her towards me, and I looked deep into her bloodshot almond eyes, and yelled at her "What are you doing!" "DJ, have you ever wondered if a mother could hate her child?" This question really threw me off but I answered,"No, Why?" "Well my mother does." She replied straight faced looking out at the lake eerily. "Heather, Your momma doesn't hate you." "Yea she does she told me right before I came here. I walked into her room one day, and I asked her plain and simple, Mom, Am I pretty? Then, she said this No you're not you're the most hideous thing I've seen in my life, I cannot believe that you came from me, You ruined my body and my life, I should've gotten that abortion when I had the chance, I hate you!"

I couldn't believe my ears when Heather told me this, so I just held her real tight. She sobbed into my chest, and I just comforted her by kissing her hair.

I don't know why but I was overcome by tons of feelings when I heard Heather's story. In my soul I felt Anguish, Sympathy, Rage, and Love.

Wait did I just say Love?

Love It, Hate It; Want to make me smell one of Owen's farts for writing this

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