Shattered Innocence

this is a fic I did a while ago. It may be offensive to some.Disclaimer:twisted metal and it's characters do not belong to me in anyway at all.

I'm in so much pain right now. I just can't stand it anymore. My heart is being torn apart and nobody wants to help me fix it. I guess I'm not making any sense. It's just that I'm upset at the cause of my suffering, my family.

Growing up I loved my family with every ounce of love I had, but they never showed me the same. Like when I was 6, It was a few days before christmas. I was bored and wanted to play. I went to my parents room to ask daddy if he could play with me again. I walked in and saw my parents wrapping my gifts.

They started yelling, "get out! Get the hell out!"

But I just had to ask, "are those my presents?"

My dad actually pushed me out of the room and dragged me to mine. He threw me onto the bed and then pulled down my pants. He took off his belt and started to hit my bare bottom. He hit me over and over as if he wasn't going to ever stop. I was crying more and more with each strike and he'd hit me harder for crying. By the time he was done my bottom had so many cuts and bruises I thought he killed it.

He started yelling, shut up! Shut up you stupid spoiled brat."

I didn't know what hurt more the belt or his words. Mom finally came rushing in yeling at him and shoved him out of the room.

She asked, "are you ok?"

I couldn't answer her. It hurt so much all I cold do was cry. She got very mad. She went out of the room and came back with the belt. She asked me again and again but I just cried. She finally had enough and turned me around. She took off my shirt and beat my back with the belt. She hit me so many times I collapsed on the bed from the pain.

After a few hours I woke up from the sound of thedoor closing. It was my brother. I was to weak to cover up my nude and bloody body. He walked over to me and I didn't like the smile he gave me. He started rubing my back moving the blood around.

He said, "He was only trying to make me feal better and everything will be ok."

This became a comon thing every week. My parents would beat me like this for things I did and didn't do. They would beat my bare body until I passed out followed by my brother trying to "comfort me".

When I was 16 the inevitable happened. As usual my parents beat me until I passed out. After a few hours I woke up with no energy. I couldn't move at all. My brother walked in staring at my nude and bloody body. I thought he came in to comfort me again, but I was wrong. He had other intensions. I was too weak to fight him off. I couldn't even scream. I don't have to say what happened because I'm positive you already know.

This happened every day from then on. I was never strong enough to fight back. As the years went by I was forced to work with my brother. We had to be partners. I hated every single second of it. On slow nights he would always pass the time by hurting me in his "favorite way".

The streets are a mess. There is always so much destruction around this time of the year. The fighting is over for this year and we failed to stop it's destructive path. We even lost our best helicopter. I guess it really doesn't matter any more. In a few minutes my brother is goig to come back from the bathroom room. He's going to want to pass the time but he is going to be in for a shock. I can't live with this anymore.

In case you can't tell this is my suicide note. I'm going to kill myself. The only problem is I can't decide on how to end my life since there are so many ways. Well, I do have my gun after all.

Signed with a suicide,
Capt. Jamie Roberts.