What's really goin on? part 1 chapter 2(Weevil)
Weevil regained conciousness rather quickly from his recent beating. It was 4:00 in the morning and he already wanted to die. He stood up from the hole in the ground where he spent every night of his miserable life. 'Why does it have to be this way?' He thought,'what did I do to make him hate me so much?' he began to weep silently 'What did I do? He's been doing this to me my whole life. He starves me and beats me on a regular basis! What did I do to justify that?' He stands and dresses himself, 'Well,it could be worse;he could molest me.' He makes some ramen for breakfast but scence he had no water he had to make it with his father's left over vodka. "*small laugh* You'll probably be used to 'Teach me a lesson' later,little bottle." He goes to school. The day goes by smoothly and he returns home.
"Weevil you little bastard,get your worthless ass out here and take your medicine!" That loud,drunken voice shattered the solitude of the small,cottage like house. 'No! He's back!' the speramint-haired boy thinks as he begins to cry in terror. 'Please,PLEASE GOD don't let him find me!' But the little boy's prairs go unanswered. That swiel of a man finds Weevil and drags him out of his hiding place by the hair of his head. ''PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" he pleads "Shut up you little peice of fuck!" he pulls up a baseboard and breaks it over the boy's head. He screams and blood rolls off of him. The man hits him with an empty bottle of shnapps. It shaters and blood and shards of glass fly everywhere. Weevil screams and breaks loose and runs away,sobbing uncontrolably as he goes. 'Please somebody help me! ..There has to be a better life for me out there! I have to leave! I have to be free of this misery!' the small boy thinks. He collapses into some nearby shrubbery.
The next morning he wakes up around,he guesses,at 6 am. He wipes the dew and tears from his face and sits up. His clothes have been torn,'Just great. Just fucking great. My only clothing,torn all to hell!' He removes his shirt and exposes several year's worth of scars that spread to every reigon of his torso. "Damn it's cold,"he mutters to himself ,"Well,no use crying over spilt milk." He sighs gets up. 'Guess I'll go down and try to live in a homeless shelter,I atleast need some clothes.'
"Oh God! You poor little thing!" says a tall,black-haired woman at the shelter,"We have to get you some clothes and food!..What did you say your name was?" "..Weevil Underwood..." "Aren't you that little card-game boy?" "I guess..." "I thought you looked familliar!" "...Can I have some clothes?" "Okay,but first I'd like to talk to you." "Okay." "I see those scars on you,who did that?" "My drunk-ass daddy." "Did he ever 'touch' you?" "No." "Did he neglect you?" "Yeah." "Can you tell me about it?" "Well,he hates me. Probably because when I was born my mom himmeraged and died shortly after bringing me into this world. My father has been abusing me scence before I could walk." "How did you get money to eat?" "Well,when I turned 8 my granny in America sent me a clarinet in the mail. I hi it from that bastard,learned to play and went and stood on street corners,playing for loose change. That worked pretty good until Yugi Muto came with his saxophone and bogarted me out of my corner and 10's of dollars. He didn't need that money! He had a real family! I HATE Yugi Muto,he gets everything! Even the girl I love!" "Who's that?" "Rain Connors,she's from America." "Can you tell me about Rain?" ""Well,she's very tall and pretty...she smells like candy...she has red hair and blue eyes...everybody calls her Moose....she's so talented..she sings,plays bongos,drums,ukelaily,banjo,resonater,flute,harmonica,and piano...she doesn't take shit from anybody...I've seen her kick Seto Kaiba's ass from here to next week 'cause he called her "pixie"...yet she's so compassionate...once my best friend,Rex Raptor,was getting the hell beat out of him and she came ad kicked all there asses and gave Rex a hug (She does that) and tells him 'If you or any of your friends need anything,come and ask me.'.....*sigh* I love Rain..." "Can you tell meabout Rex?" "Well........I suspect he's being....molested. He cries alot and he whimpers whenever anybody even tries to touch him...he's been like this ever scence his mom's boyfriend moved in with them...I've met him...he gives me the "skeevees"." "Eh?" "Oj,it means we/I feel perverted and dirty around him..." "What does Rex look like?" "Oh,he's got browm hair with a strand fo grey. He has greyish eyes...they used to be green. I think it has something to do with his mood....before his parents got divorced he was so happy now I rarely see him smile and never hear him laugh..." "Okay."
Weevil regained conciousness rather quickly from his recent beating. It was 4:00 in the morning and he already wanted to die. He stood up from the hole in the ground where he spent every night of his miserable life. 'Why does it have to be this way?' He thought,'what did I do to make him hate me so much?' he began to weep silently 'What did I do? He's been doing this to me my whole life. He starves me and beats me on a regular basis! What did I do to justify that?' He stands and dresses himself, 'Well,it could be worse;he could molest me.' He makes some ramen for breakfast but scence he had no water he had to make it with his father's left over vodka. "*small laugh* You'll probably be used to 'Teach me a lesson' later,little bottle." He goes to school. The day goes by smoothly and he returns home.
"Weevil you little bastard,get your worthless ass out here and take your medicine!" That loud,drunken voice shattered the solitude of the small,cottage like house. 'No! He's back!' the speramint-haired boy thinks as he begins to cry in terror. 'Please,PLEASE GOD don't let him find me!' But the little boy's prairs go unanswered. That swiel of a man finds Weevil and drags him out of his hiding place by the hair of his head. ''PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" he pleads "Shut up you little peice of fuck!" he pulls up a baseboard and breaks it over the boy's head. He screams and blood rolls off of him. The man hits him with an empty bottle of shnapps. It shaters and blood and shards of glass fly everywhere. Weevil screams and breaks loose and runs away,sobbing uncontrolably as he goes. 'Please somebody help me! ..There has to be a better life for me out there! I have to leave! I have to be free of this misery!' the small boy thinks. He collapses into some nearby shrubbery.
The next morning he wakes up around,he guesses,at 6 am. He wipes the dew and tears from his face and sits up. His clothes have been torn,'Just great. Just fucking great. My only clothing,torn all to hell!' He removes his shirt and exposes several year's worth of scars that spread to every reigon of his torso. "Damn it's cold,"he mutters to himself ,"Well,no use crying over spilt milk." He sighs gets up. 'Guess I'll go down and try to live in a homeless shelter,I atleast need some clothes.'
"Oh God! You poor little thing!" says a tall,black-haired woman at the shelter,"We have to get you some clothes and food!..What did you say your name was?" "..Weevil Underwood..." "Aren't you that little card-game boy?" "I guess..." "I thought you looked familliar!" "...Can I have some clothes?" "Okay,but first I'd like to talk to you." "Okay." "I see those scars on you,who did that?" "My drunk-ass daddy." "Did he ever 'touch' you?" "No." "Did he neglect you?" "Yeah." "Can you tell me about it?" "Well,he hates me. Probably because when I was born my mom himmeraged and died shortly after bringing me into this world. My father has been abusing me scence before I could walk." "How did you get money to eat?" "Well,when I turned 8 my granny in America sent me a clarinet in the mail. I hi it from that bastard,learned to play and went and stood on street corners,playing for loose change. That worked pretty good until Yugi Muto came with his saxophone and bogarted me out of my corner and 10's of dollars. He didn't need that money! He had a real family! I HATE Yugi Muto,he gets everything! Even the girl I love!" "Who's that?" "Rain Connors,she's from America." "Can you tell me about Rain?" ""Well,she's very tall and pretty...she smells like candy...she has red hair and blue eyes...everybody calls her Moose....she's so talented..she sings,plays bongos,drums,ukelaily,banjo,resonater,flute,harmonica,and piano...she doesn't take shit from anybody...I've seen her kick Seto Kaiba's ass from here to next week 'cause he called her "pixie"...yet she's so compassionate...once my best friend,Rex Raptor,was getting the hell beat out of him and she came ad kicked all there asses and gave Rex a hug (She does that) and tells him 'If you or any of your friends need anything,come and ask me.'.....*sigh* I love Rain..." "Can you tell meabout Rex?" "Well........I suspect he's being....molested. He cries alot and he whimpers whenever anybody even tries to touch him...he's been like this ever scence his mom's boyfriend moved in with them...I've met him...he gives me the "skeevees"." "Eh?" "Oj,it means we/I feel perverted and dirty around him..." "What does Rex look like?" "Oh,he's got browm hair with a strand fo grey. He has greyish eyes...they used to be green. I think it has something to do with his mood....before his parents got divorced he was so happy now I rarely see him smile and never hear him laugh..." "Okay."
