Bruce's POV; A flashback to the night before

These things always start out in the same way. How does something wrong, something he can't always digest or pinpoint to exactness. Then that's when the hitting starts. Words dripping in lashings of malice. Unforgiving pain soon follows, because unlike most, Bruce has lost all feelings of adrenaline long ago.

Now he's pretty sure when it's going to happen. Because it happens all the time. He's told each time to go clean himself up when it's over, a task easier for some, a struggle for someone like him.

The hot spray of the shower feels good. It's as if all of the poisonous hate embedded into the tissues of his back starts to melt from inside each wound, pouring from the gaps, so desperate his body is to feel clean again.

He's so ugly like this, but he doesn't care anymore, it's all about how he feels. And that would always coincide with a disgust he can't swallow.

He hasn't figured out if he should attend school the next day. Bruce can't tell how far the damage has gone this far. Unless he was too drunk, his father probably would have said something. Which, considering that heavy aroma of cheap alcohol wafting through the house, Brian was more intoxicated that night then usual.

He closes his pale eyes for no reason other then too feel something. Though he can't see, he can detect light. Sometimes he can get headaches from it, other times it just gets annoying. Like a constant reminder, almost a taunting of how he'll always be this different.

The patter of the water beating against his aching skull relaxes him. He inhales slowly, shakily, like his lungs cannot withstand the weight of his thoughts.

His first memory starts with rain.

He can see it like it was yesterday.

His mom, what they said before the crash, how he can't remember what those last few sentences were.

He can only hope it wasn't anything bad. He hopes that, at least too her, he was always a good boy.

OOC: Okay, quicky post up. I thought I should give a glimpse as to how bad Bruce's home life is. God I feel so torturous right now, poor little baby, can I just be his best friend? Guys, seriously though, thank you so much for the reviews. I'm so happy you all are enjoying my story. I'm also on the first page now! So exciting!