Author's notes: This takes place years later when the Ed boys are teenagers and in high school. What will be in this story are some ideas about the life style of the characters, mainly one in particular. Please read and review. I need your words for support to help me continue this.
SPECIAL NOTE REGARDING THIS CHAPTER: This is a special chapter, I guess you could say because it's one of the chapters that fully centers on Ed. I'm sorry it's not long, really, but being that this chapter is dark and depressing, I don't think you would like it long anyway. Also, this chapter has slash involved.Oh, btw, SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!
Warning: This story may contain harsh violence, blood, weirdness, adult situations, abuse, horrible images, and even slash. Please be open-minded. If you don't like any of this. I refer you not to read this. Thank you. Consider this, the rating, and the genre.
Genre: Suspense/drama/romance/horror/comedy
Notes: Italic-ized words mean that a character either said it in the past or are thinking it at that current moment. It serves as subtexted, in a way, yet also can be someone thinking, too.
Words in bold simply is a certain character talking or thinking that no one can hear, except only one of the characters in this story. Also can be a action with a memory that's used as thus /...blah blah! -Throws something.- /
/.. -/ Words that had been said that are a memory now, if that makes any sense to you.
NailED
By TABIL
Ed had failed again. He had spoiled his friend's plans and made a mockery of them, so they had said.
/Way to go, Ed! Thanks again for ruining yet another scam! Again I ask you, how's a guy gonna get ahead in life with you WRECKING EVERYTHING! -/
/Eddy, Ed's...uhhh...mentally challenged. His deplorable behavior and over-reacting imagination gets the best of him. We should learn from this. -/
/WHAT! LEARN? -/
/-Sighs- I mean we shouldn't depend on Ed anymore./
/What are you saying, Double D? -/
/I'm SAYING that Ed is incompetent, he isn't dependable, his mind's not stable, and that he should be left out from here on, Eddy! I don't know how much I can stand of this any longer! -/
/...I see your point. -/
/THEN DO SOMETHING! -/
/God...why don't YOU? I'm not doing it! I'm already enough upset as it is, Sock-head! -Pouts about the loss of money- /
/-Sigh- FINE! ...Ed. Let me try to put this in laymen terms as much as possible as I can.. You're incompetent, that means you're not reliable, which means we cannot depend on you, and incompetent also means that you are STUPID, dumb, you lack something that's up in the upper story that's call a BRAIN. I mean, I tried to have faith in you, that your mind will develop and grow, I mean I even tried to teach you. There's just no hope for you, it seems.. I mean, your imagination is just...beyond control. You can't even separate reality from fiction! ...I...I just can't take it anymore! I wish you would just grow up! Every time we try to do something, you foil it, which means put to ruin, which means destroy, co-put! I wish, no, want you to never take part in anymore of our plans EVER AGAIN! -/
"I can't believe Double D said that.." Edward whispered to himself, staring at the floor of his dimly lit room.
He couldn't believe Double D, of all people, would speak such harsh words, especially to him! He never saw Double D in this light before. The way he use to view him had now dramatically changed from a sweet, caring person, someone who gave him more of a chance than anyone ever could to opening up (but of course something always got in the way), to a now what seemed to be the opposite of how he viewed the hero of his dreams. Double D was the light he once saw, but now that light faded, leaving him alone in the vast darkness and coldness of the world. You see, Edward always had a crush on the boy, but no matter how many times he tried to hint him about it, his sock-headed friend never got the message, possibly thinking he was indeed very strange. And seeing the man of his dreams actually treat him in such a rash way, Ed's heart started to crack some more, already being broken several times by the boy when he refused to acknowledge him and his feelings and had already dated four girls. Edward shuddered at this. IT WASN'T FAIR!
C'mon Ed, it's not the first time he treated you this way. He heard Jib say softly.
He knew he had to accept it, Double D wasn't the person he use to know and love. Double D had changed and left him behind, having much more important things in his life than him. No longer did he came over like he use to, other than today, and he knew he wouldn't ever see him come back here again. Double D perhaps even hated him, especially after today. All he was trying to do was get a little bit attention, though his imagination did take over a bit. It was a mix between alien invader's taking him away and Double D, his hero, saving him. However, after today, his hero didn't save him today, no, and Jib was right, it wasn't the first time. He could recall all of the moments his muse chose to ignore him, the times he treated him like he was some little child, and the times he scolded him, reminding him dreadfully of his father.. He quivered once more.
Why must you think about him? Isn't he enough pain as it is already?
"But..I...I..I love him.."
He then heard Jib sigh.
He's only hurting you, you know. He's not the same person he was and he'll never be.
Hearing that, Edward began to sob. All Jib could do was watch Ed cry sadly in a corner as his hatred grew for what was once Edward's supposed "friends". All of Edward's dollies and other creations sobbed along with the poor tall, angsting teenager.
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...Almost fourteen years ago...
"M-m-mommy... I'm hungry."
"Go away, Edward. Can't you see mommy's busy?" Said the blond woman to the two year old boy, her words unfeeling. She lied there on the bed in her pink dress, breast feeding the hardly a month old baby, not even looking down at her son to see the sad little face he wore. She sighed. "I don't have time for you. Go aggravate your father, he's down stairs in the living room."
With that, he left his parents' bedroom and tried to carefully go downstairs, clutching a slightly blemished stuffed toy kitty close to him. "We better be careful, Pookie, we don't want to fall down the stairs like last time. Mommy and daddy got mad at us."
/You stupid brat! I don't want to be paying hospital bills! Don't ever let that happen again, YOU GOT THAT? -/
/Edward... -sighs- Go to your room! No supper tonight! -/
Edward shivered at the memory. He had slipped fallen down the stairs not too long ago while trying to catch his ball his grandmother had given him, hurting his little hand which he had landed on. His parents weren't happy with him, in fact, furious, so much they took his beloved red ball away from him, made him go without food that night, gave him lashings, and locked him down in his new room they had recently moved him in after his baby sister Sarah was born, the basement, away from the rest of the family. They didn't even care to see if he was alright or phone the hospital.
Before his sister was born, his parents weren't necessarily thrilled to have had Ed born to begin with, mother always ignoring him unless he did something wrong, his father telling him to run away, telling him how useless he was, that he never wanted a son. After his sister was born, things changed, for the worst. He was kicked out of his room and forced to live in the cold lonesome basement that literally sometimes gave him the creeps, his parents almost completely forget most of the time that he exists at all, or they are just hoping that he isn't, and his little baby sister hogs all of the attention, all of the warmth and love and gets to stay in a nice warm, cozy bedroom right beside Mom's and Dad's. They also rarely feed him and Edward had been trying to learn how to feed himself, being two, that's a incredible feat, especially when opening heavy big refrigerator doors, which he even couldn't reach the handle of.
Once downstairs and in the living room, Edward looked at his father with pleading eyes. His father, who sat on the couch, flicking through channels on tv, seemed to glare at the contraption and ignore his son's presence. Edward steps over to him.
"Daddy. ...I'm hungry." Edward said to him, but didn't get an answer. "Daddy?"
"Your unsightly presence annoys me." He replied coldly, still not even trying to pry his eyes from the tube. "Go to your room and leave me be."
"But daddy, I'm hungry!" Edward cried. "I haven't eaten since... I don't know when!"
His father's glare hardened behind his eye-ware. "Then go into the kitchen and fix yourself something to eat. I'm not your maid."
Edward pouted, clutching his beloved Pookie. "But.. Daddy. I can't! I..I can't! I'm not big! I'm little! I can't even reach to open the 'frigerator door even. And Jib says it's your responsibility!"
"...Jib?" The older man asked in a sharp, yet confused tone.
"He's the little boy I met inside of my closet." Edward confessed. "He says things.."
"Well, tell your little imaginary friend that he doesn't know what the fuck he's even talking about." His father barked, he then began to leash out on him with cruel words. "Responsibility? HAH. Like I'm even responsible for you or you being born!" He paused for a moment and then started to rant and rave. "You're a terrible accident! I never wanted you, I never even wanted a son. I haven't smiled since you were born, hoping your mother would get that damn abortion before it ruined our now miserable lives, a miscarriage, something!" He then coldly looked down at his son. "Cry if you want, after all you're responsible for yourself and for your own actions. If your little friend tells you about responsibility, then he should tell you that you alone are responsible for yourself, which includes fulfilling the very needs of your own pitiful self, and to quit lying and telling tall tells about a boy living in your fucking closet!"
"..Bu-...but daddy! He does!" Edward cried. "And..I'm hungry!"
"God, you're fucking stupid, brat." His father cursed. "Not only is he a annoying little pest, I've got a fucking moron for a son." He growled, then turned away from his son, staring back at the TV.
Edward's tummy growled profoundly, he started to sob.
His father sighed. "I'm tired. Go to bed, brat."
Ed looked at his father pleadingly. "But...but daddy! I don't want to go back down there! It's scary there! There's scary people peeping into my window, a scary lady in my bathroom, people and monsters waking me up and bothering me all of the time, and I keep seeing things!"
His father snorted at him. "You and your absurd imagination. You tire me, you little shit."
"Daddyyyy, it's scary down there! PLEASE! I don't want to be down there! I don't like it there! It's dark, cold, and lonely, and I and Pookie hear creepy sounds!" He sobbed, hugging his kitty tightly in his arms. "I..I d-d-don't-t-t w-w-w-wanna g-g-g-go-o-o-o-ho-ho.."
"...Silence.."
"I don't wanna be aloooone! SOMETHING'S GONNA GET ME, DADDY! I KNOW IT! THEY SAID THEY ARE!" The little boy pleaded. "Daddy! Please? DADDY! DADDYYYY!"
"SHUT UP!" His father yelled, making his son yelp and shake in fear, his father's painful beatings replaying in his mind, he could feel them pulse beneath his yellow skin. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His son whimpered at him, afraid to even apologize. The man sighed and lowered his voice, but spoke sternly. "Go to your room and stay quiet or something WILL get you, I will assure that."
"..But...but...daddyyy."
His father hissed at him. "What did I FUCKING SAY! DID I NOT TELL YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP? YOU DUMB LITTLE SHIT, DO YOU WANT ME TO BRING OUT THE BELT AGAIN!"
His son yelped. "No-no, daddy! I'm sorry! I'll shut up!"
His father immediately stood up, unbuckled his belt and whipped it out of it's loops. His father's temper was now hotter than the color of red his hair.
"DADDY NOOOOO! I'M SORRY!"
The pain that was inflicted with each lash was indescribable. The young child's constant begging for his father's mercy, fell dead silent to the man's ear's.
To be continued
See how depressing that was. oo I'm sorry if it upsets anyone, it upsets me, too. This is how I view Ed's situation... Perhaps I will show in the future chapters how he came to be like he is, because this chapter proves that in the beginning he wasn't dumb, in fact, far from it.
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