Title: Hurt
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: T (naughty language)
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: Okay guys, this is my first House fic in a really long time, so please review, thanks!
Hurt
"How old were you when you stopped believing in God?"
They're in the lab when House asks her.
For a moment, she doesn't say anything.
"I was eight years old."
He stares at her.
She ignores him.
Eight years old.
…
When she was eight years old, she watched her stepfather preach about God.
About sins.
And heaven.
And salvation.
And then that night, she watched him beat her mother.
It happened every week.
And every week, all she could do was watch.
She couldn't stop it.
No one could.
Not even God.
…
When she was fifteen years old, she fell in love with her teacher.
She could never have him.
She knew it.
But if she could never have him, he could never hurt her.
In her head, it worked out perfectly.
But in reality, she was awfully lonely.
And loneliness hurts.
…
She fell in love again, when she was twenty.
This time, she could have him.
But not for long.
He was dying.
He couldn't hurt her, either.
But the thing was; he did hurt her.
He died.
Left her all alone.
And that hurt like hell.
…
And then she was twenty-eight.
In love with her boss.
Who, like her teacher, she could never have.
But he did hurt her.
He hurt her every day.
Every day, he taunted her.
Insulted her.
Ridiculed her.
Words hurt.
No matter what anyone says.
…
It occurs to her that maybe she likes the pain.
The hurt.
God, she's fucked up.
He says that she needs to fix people.
He's wrong.
She needs to be fixed.
…
He echoes her.
"Eight years old? What, did you not get the right Barbie for Christmas?"
And suddenly, she can't take the hurt anymore.
"Shut up! I hate you! You're a selfish bastard! You think that you have an excuse to be miserable forever just because your damn leg doesn't work. Your leg! At least it wasn't your brain. You're a coward. You hide behind your damn sarcasm like it's some kind of shield. Well, just because you think your life sucks, it doesn't mean you have to ruin everyone else's!"
Tears are running down her face.
She can't get out of there fast enough.
…
He finds her on the roof.
She's sitting there.
Just sitting.
Still crying, a little bit.
Slowly, painfully, he lowers himself so he's sitting, too.
They're silent.
"I'm sorry. You didn't ruin my life."
He nods.
"Who did?"
She tries to think of one person.
Her stepfather didn't.
Her tenth grade teacher didn't.
Her husband certainly didn't.
She'd done the damage.
Setting herself up for disappointment.
Time after time.
"I did."
"Not God?"
She shakes her head.
"No. God doesn't exist."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"How do you know?"
"Because God wouldn't let people hurt like this."
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