Notes:

This is going to be a different story of mine. It is a dark fic where the characters lives spiral out of control and they literally hit rock bottom before slowly going uphill to recovery. Since these characters are suffering from actual mental problems my goal is to write them as realistically as worth.

I don't want you to be triggered by any of these so turn back now.

I'm excited to see how I can make this story interesting, humourus, dark, and overall a joy to read.

Unlike my other stories I'll probably use more profanity.

Please don't steal and copy or post on other sites. copywritten.

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Chapter Text

2009

Barry was walking home from school defeated and tired, barely able to will his feet to move. He stopped riding the bus years ago due to circumstances of bullying and criticism so now he only had to hear it while walking down the halls in school. The words "Ugly", "fat", "stupid", "retard", and "whore" still rang in his ears as he opened the front door to his small one story house. Passign through the dark living room that was drenched in febreeze to hide the stench of alcohol and cigaret smoke he walked down the creaky hallway into his room. He stripped to take a shower to try to relieve the stress that consumed him having to look at the scars that patterned his limbs and torso. Some self made and some not.

Once in the shower he looked at his most recent bruise just below his right rib that was just now fading after a week. The principle thinks that he fell and hit it on the side of a desk on the way down but in reality it was Oliver Queen who was having a bad day and taking it out on the pperson he hated most.

What to know about Oliver other than his ugly personally and abusive behavior? His parents were filthy rich and Barry's dad, Henry, worked for them. When Oliver's parents threw a house party Henry was invited so that meant the whole family came. Being the "kind, social man he is" Henry put his son and Oliver in the same room to talk to each other. He was the same at 12 as he is at 17, rude, arrogant, and fake, acting like the perfect child in front of his parents, acting like himself when around other kids. This guy could seriously be an actor.

There were a couple other kids in the room rough housing with Oliver, the most noticeable beking Leonard Snart, (Oliver's best friend at the time) who was throwing toys and objects around. Barry sat in the corner desperately wanting to be at home alone and away from his dad and Oliver and everyone who breathed. He was playing with his long sleeves nervously trying not to see how bad the damage his dad created the night before from drunken rage was. His wrists were burning and the pain was so unbearable that he decided to sneak a look which was the worst decision made at 12 years old. Len noticed and came over grabbing Barry's wrist painfully emitting a pained sound from the younger and pulled up the sleeve to reveal a bruised arm. of course Barry had to lie and cover up for his dad with the outcome of Oliver, Len, and the rest making fun of him.

Barry was seventeen now and was almost free. His dad, thank god, got a job that made him travel meaning he was rarely home. Except this week... He was in his room listening to music when he heard the front door slam shut followed by the harsh voice yelling, "turn that god damn music down or I swear-"

Barry hurriedly did as told putting on headphones; not from fear but from the exhaustion of the day and he didn't think he could put up with Henry's yelling. His peace lasted about an hour when he heard his door open. Barry yanked the headphones out of his ears remembering the last outcome when he didn't.

"How was school?" His dad asked gruffly leaning on the door frame. He had on dress pants but his dress jacket was off and his work shirt undone revealing his hairy chest.

"Same as always" Barry shrugged not looking at his dad. He hated when his dad tried making conversation with him because it was so... Normal. Like for a second Barry could imagine that they got along and Not that his dad was abusive and drunk 90% of the time.

"Good." Henry grunted before walking to his own room. It hurt Barry's heart when his dad acknowledged his existence as a human. It was moments like these that Barry knew that there was still a man inside the monster.

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