Hey everyone. I'm so happy everyone likes the story so much.
I am sorry for the wait on this chapter, I always feel so bad for making Buttercup suffer.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to ttylxox2307. Hope you like it.
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The pain was great. It was the relief of the end that was soon to come. I was done with this life. I don't care anymore, I am just done. I don't understand why my life had to be like this. I was given a stupid name, the name of some stupid flower. A buttercup isn't even a flower, it's a weed. And the only reason I got such a stupid name was because it was also started with "B". That just goes to show you how creative the Professor is. And of course the whole fiasco on our first day of school is completely blamed on me. I am the one who pushed Bubbles into the school, so I am the reason that we started to destroy the city. They obviously could have stopped at any time when they saw the destruction. I have done a lot more good than just those little mistakes. I was the one who first used their powers against all those monkeys. I was the one who figured out how to defeat the Boyz when they first came back. I was the one who delivered the final blow to many of our enemies. I was the strongest of the three of us.
Besides they are to blame for a lot of things as well. It was Blossom who said we had to walk home in the middle of the night. It was she who talked to the stupid monkey first. So it was all Blossom's fault everything with Mojo started. Bubbles was a naïve idiot. She was the reason Mojo Jojo got the information on how we were created, which lead to the Boyz being created. She was the reason for our second toughest enemy. My sisters were not perfect, yet they try so hard to be. And when they are not, they find a way to blame me for it. I hate it all, their personality and their attitudes, and now I am done dealing with it.
I wish Butch was with me right now. We couldn't hang out for a while because he had a school project and had to work on it with his partner. I understand why he had to stay, but I wish he didn't have to. I needed to see him today. Today when I was throwing up my poisoned lunch, who should walk in but the two people I didn't want to see, my sisters. They knew exactly what I was doing, so there was no reason in hiding it. I did not think that they would do anything in the school, but I was wrong. I was shoved into the handicapped stall as my sister's started their beating. I was glad I had already thrown up my food because I don't think I would have been able to keep my food down otherwise. The only part I was happy about was that nobody decided to use that particular bathroom at that time. The rest of school was fine, I had a test but it was quite simple. However, when I got home is when the problems really started. I had gone straight up to my room, trying to escape the pain I knew was coming. I knew that my sisters would not let me go as easily as they did when we were in the bathroom. I didn't even have time to text Butch about what had happened today before they barged into my bed room.
"Buttercup, we need to talk." Blossom said as if I was the one who had down something wrong. I stayed silent; I didn't want to put myself in danger because I said something they didn't want to here.
"Blossom and I would like to talk with you about what you were doing today. Unfortunately we were only able to give you your punishment today in school. And now it is time to actually talk about it. Please, follow us downstairs." They both left before I could say anything else. I wish I had my powers to just fly out my window, like I did many times before they started poisoning me. As I followed my sisters, I knew exactly what was going to happen. Blossom was going to go into her mother act, and talk down to me about the bad things about being bulimic. Then of course she will add how hurtful it is to Bubbles that I am throwing up the delicious and love filled meals she is hand making for me. Then of course it will be Bubbles' turn to issue her punishment. She will hit me saying if I wanted to throw up the food she made she would help me. It was all predictable and totally horrible.
I walked out of my room since what is was the point in waiting for them to actually drag me from my safety box. However, I wish I had just ended it all there. The moment I got to the top of the stairs I felt heat and cold on my back at the same spot. I screamed in pain before toppling head first down the stairs. I couldn't make heads or tails of anything but I knew what had happened. My sister's had waited for me at the top of the stairs and when I was exactly where they wanted me, they had hit me with Bubbles' laser vision and Blossom's ice breath. I landed on the ground floor on my stomach. I was glad that our stairs were carpeted, I had a few rug burns but at least there were no major bruises; I knew those would come later. As I pushed myself off the floor and on to my knees, I notice my sisters land on the ground beside me. I just look up at them. I knew that if I started this conversation at all I would be hurt, but then again I knew if talking didn't begin quickly enough for their liking I would be hurt as well. My sisters were so fickle at times, and it always led to me being injured.
"Well, Buttercup," Blossom started. She crossed her arms over her chest as if she had been greatly insulted. "What do you have to say for yourself? And I do hope you do have a good reason for your actions." I stared into her pink eyes to see anger behind them. I looked at Bubbles as well and found the same, if not more deranged look, in her eyes as well. From this I knew that this was no going to be a normal beating. This was going to be harsher than any other beating I had had in a while. Why did I not ask Butch to bring me a Chemical X pill? It would not be suspicious if Butch took a few from their home, or at least asked Brick to make some. I could have been taking those and be getting my straight back so I could fight, but not it was too late. I was then smacked back down by Bubbles, but thankfully I didn't hit my head against the ground. "Buttercup, do not keep us waiting with your answer. That is very rude to do." Blossom said angrily.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as I pushed myself up again. "I don't know what to say to apologize for my actions." I really didn't know what to say. I knew that if things were as bad as they seemed, no matter what I said, I would not like the outcome. I could say "I'm so incredibly sorry. I will never do such a terrible thing again," or "Well, if you two weren't poisoning me with Antidote X, I wouldn't need to be throwing up my food," but either way they would tell me they would make sure I would never do something like that again and I would never be able to be away from ever again. No matter what I do, they will constantly be looking down the back of my neck to make sure I do everything their way. Say good-bye to being with Butch. I would never be able to go out and see him, and most likely I wouldn't be able to use my cell phone either. My life is officially completely over.
"Well then, if there is nothing to be said, then let's do something." The way Bubbles' words came out of her mouth made a shiver go up my spine. But she was right in the end. There was nothing for any of us sisters to talk about any more. We had my problem, which I apologized for, and now it was time for punishment. A strong kick in my ribs sent me against the back wall, knocking the air out. I don't know me bit me first, but I know Bubbles gave me the second hit. After that the hits from both my sisters came on so fast I could not tell who dealt which it. I curled into a ball against the wall, trying to protect my body as much as possible. All I could think of was how Butch would react when he found out about this beating. I didn't know why Butch was on my mind more than my own safety, but I really wasn't thinking when I was getting beat. With one kick that was able to hit my stomach, I was able to taste blood in my mouth. I wish I could have spit it out. I hated the taste of blood; the metallic taste was not something I wanted to have in my mouth. However, I knew that if I did spit it out onto the carpet I would be in trouble. I didn't even let the thought of spitting it and accidently getting it on my sisters into my mind.
"Why Buttercup, you are so quiet tonight. Maybe if you had eaten something and kept it down at lunch, you would have the energy to do something." Blossom said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even with my arms covering my face, I could see the smile that appeared on both my sister's faces. This was the time when my resolve left me. They wanted me to fight back. They wanted me to try and stand up for myself, even though they knew I couldn't. They had made it so I would not be able to fight back and yet they said I should do something then just let myself be beaten senseless. Another hit to my head and I gave them what they wanted from me. I screamed as load as I could. I knew the Professor was in his lab; I had to make him hear me. I needed someone to help me. I knew blood came out of my mouth when I screamed but I didn't care. Blossom and Bubbles stopped hitting me for a while, thankfully. I needed air in my lungs, and my eye sight was going fuzzy. It was in that moment when my heart beat had left my ear that I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The Professor's head was the only thing that stuck out of his lab.
"Buttercup, how many times do I have to tell you? When you are inside the house, you have to use your inside voice. I am very busy with this experiment at the moment cannot deal with your problematic antics. Blossom, I leave you to come up with something to help her remember." With that the Professor had descended into his lab again. I didn't know what to think. There was no way that he had not seen what had been going on. Even if my sisters had not been beating me when he looked, he must have known something was up. I am on the floor, most likely bleeding in multiple places, and my sisters were standing above me. It only made sense to think that they were doing something. If they were trying to help me then they would be bending down beside me, or rushing to get a first aid kit, or getting him themselves. Even if he was busy with work he was our father even if we called him 'Professor', he should put one of his hurt kids before this experiment right.
"Well, Buttercup, I know just the right punishment for you to keep you quiet. Bubbles, make sure she doesn't leave while I get the tape." My mind turned off at that moment. I don't remember anything that happened; it was just a blacked out blur. I didn't even try to remember what was going on. I knew when Blossom came back with the duct tape and placed it over my mouth, almost over my nose as well, as well as on my wrist. The beating continued for a while more I would guess, like I said, I blanked out. I had nothing to live for now. My sisters were abusing me and my father figure did not care. There was no one I could go to, not a single person to love me. I remember the tape carelessly being ripped off my skin and the sleeves of my shirt. I don't know how I got the strength to do so, but I made it up to my room.
I dug my razor out of my backpack and quickly drew it against my skin. I was half tempted to go up my arm to make it end quickly. I liked the red puddle that was already forming on my carpet. It would take them a while to get this stain out, if they ever want to use this room again. I wondered what would happen when I was found dead in my own house. I wondered how long it would be until someone found my body. It would probably be my sisters when they were looking for another beating. I should have left a suicide note for them, telling them how much I hated them. I wish I could see their faces when they realize they don't have their favorite punching bag anymore. I wondered what would happen to my body when I died. Would they hold a big funeral in my honor or would they try to cover up my death? It would probably be very difficult to completely cover up my death; they could not make it like I never existed. They probably wouldn't even be able to hold a funeral because nobody would come, not even them. I wondered is any of our past enemies would wonder when I went. They may be celebrating my death. If they knew I was no longer around, then they could easily take over the city without worry. My sisters would never be able to stop any one of them, especially the Rowdy Ruff Boyz.
In that moment I clamped down on the many cuts my razor had made, trying to stop the blood flow. In the moment of heart break, I had forgotten about the only person who did love me, Butch. Why had I forgotten about him? I loved him and he loved me, he was the only one I could turn to in moment like this. I struggled to get up, my blood loss was making me weak. I fell against the walls with ever couple of steps I took. How was I supposed to make it to the park is I couldn't even walk out of my house? And there was no chance of going down to lab to get a quick Chemical X pill with the Professor, and most likely Blossom down there. As I stumbled out of my house, I knew I was going to be in trouble. I wasn't going to call Butch to come pick me up, he was working. I would make it to our spot in the park and I would wait until I saw him fly home.
I just had to see him before I ended it. I was going to end my life no matter what, but I wanted to say good bye to the only person who loved me, the only person who gave me hope in a long time. No thing he was going to tell me would change my mind about ending it, I knew that he would try to. I was only going to see him to say good-bye. I knew he was going to be hurt by it, but Butch was the kind of guy that would always be able to find a girl to love him. I was not going to be living in my house with my sisters anymore, and I had nowhere else to do. Life had dealt me a bad hand, there was no chance for me but to fold.
I was surprised that I was able to make it to the park without anyone noticing me, or at least coming up to me and asking if I needed help. I feel more alone than ever. No one even noticed that I was been abuse when my sisters did very little to try and cover it up. I was the one mostly hiding the scares and bruises, and I hid the cuts I make for myself. Just as I entered the park I saw a green flash of light across the sky. I didn't know how to feel about it. Butch was home so there was no need to wait and take the chance that my sisters wanted their punching back. But he was already inside and if I knew Butch then I knew he would want to stay inside for the rest of the night. There would be no way to get his attention, unless I used someone else's phone, but even then there was no certainty that he would pick up. That only chance I had was to climb up the mountain. Man, was I glad that it was staying light longer.
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