I know it's short. Like super sad short. But another chappie is in the works. To explain the reason for this chapter- I'll do that at the end. But don't forget to REVIEW! Remember, all personal experiences. True shiznit.

'Ten minutes? Maybe twenty.' I look at the clock. "Barry," I whine.

"What Hal." His nostrils are flaring. His breathing is erratic. And Wally looks frightened. Wally started crying, maybe, six or seven minutes ago when Barry accused him of not wanting to live with them anymore. Of wanting to go back to live with his father.

'Barry, you're scaring this child.'

"Barry. I've stayed quiet to let you yell and bitch. Cause you seemed like you needed that. But for a full 40 ish minutes, you've been yelling at Wally."

"What is your damn point, Hal."

"Take a deep breath."

"Hal."

"Barry. Please."

Barry closes his eyes and takes the requested deep breath. He looks at me. I point to Wally. He takes a moment to stare into Wally's eyes. Wally's green orbs filled with tears. Tear soaked cheeks- face, red and puffy. I notice Barry sigh, dramatically. He puts a hand on his forehead.

"Kiddo. I'm sorry."

Wally sniffles. "You didn't even wait until we explained why I got into the fight."

Barry nods in agreement. "You're right kiddo. I did not do that. Please. Explain to me why you choose to risk your identity and safety. Risk jail for manslaughter. Risk getting taking away from your Aunt and I. Please tell me." Barry wasn't yelling. He didn't sound sarcastic in the least.

'Okay, buddy. No need to be bitter.'

Wally, too scared to speak? He just stared at the ground. 'Barry's shoes ain't that interesting, Wals.'

"Barry." I gain his attention. "Basically what happened was, some little punk was messing with or bullying if you will..." I smirk at Barry. He remembered what happened when he was young. Empathy should be in his heart right now. 'Take this home, Hal boy.'

Before I could continue, Barry interrupted. "Wally, your being bullied?"

Wally's head snapped up too fast for it to be human. Wally's eyes flashed with rage. "No. No one would dare mess with me. I'm popular. LIke extremely popular. Every girl wants me. Every guy wants to be me. I'm only hated by those that can't have me. Those who can't befriend me."

Wally's face contorted into something evil looking. 'Okay Wally, where are you going with this? Dial it back, hotshot.'

"I'm not like a certain blond headed, blue eyed loser."

Barry looked taken back. He looked at me. But I sure couldn't look him in the eyes. I looked away, and sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck.

"Yeah, Uncle Barry." Wally began, mockingly. "I know all about how you were that dorky little loser who people just loved to mess with." Wally scoffed. "Ha. You're gonna cry. Cry loser- cry."

"Wally," I warned. But he just kept going.

"Do you have slits on your wrist. Emo freak? Huh? Loser geek?" Barry said nothing. His eyes closed tight.

'This is not gonna end very well.' "Wally. You need to stop." I try again.

No. He didn't stop. He smirked. "Yeah, what I thought loser. Go cry yourself to sleep. And leave me alone."

And then it happened. Barry opened his eyes. He smacked Wally in the face. Wally fell, hard, on the ground. He started crying again. His right hand holding the right side of his face.

"Go. To. Your. Room. Wallace." Wally looked up. It was like the evil thing that just possessed his body was completely gone. He looked like a sad, kicked puppy dog.

"Uncle Barry?" Wally cried out.

"NOW!" Barry shouted.

Wally let one more sob escape his lips before he was out of sight. I'm too shocked to say anything.

Barry glares my way. I look anywhere else. 'Shitter motherfucker.'

"What… Did you tell him?" Barry asked. I could see the hurt in his eyes. He could try to pretend it's not there. But I knew him better than anyone.

"Okay." I look up. "I told him about how we met. But in my defense, I told him not to say anything to you. I didn't think he was going to try and bully you." I laugh, nervously. "Oh no." I suddenly say.

"What?" Barry says. He's still angry.

'Should I? Oh, who am I kidding? I know I'm gonna.' "Wally's one of your bullies. I'm gonna have to beat him up."

Nothing happened for a good two minutes. But then Barry's hard exterior cracked. Barry started to laugh. 'Thank god.' He smiles at me. 'There is my favorite smile in the whole wide world.'

"Shut the fuck up Hal." He says, but with a hint of humor in his tone.

"You gonna go talk to him?" I ask.

"I don't know. Maybe in a little while. I can't see him right now." Barry admitted.

I nod. I understand.

"I do know, I will not be getting bullied in my own house at the age of thirty-seven by my sixteen-year-old kid."

"Can I go talk to our little killer?"

"Yeah. Just don't beat him up."

"You got to smack him." I teasingly whine.

"He's my kid. I'm allowed to open hand smack him."

"I'm sorry Barry. You didn't need to hear all that."

"It's okay Hal. I don't believe all that shit anymore."

"Oh yeah, bud?"

"Yeah. I know the true definition of a loser now. I sure ain't one. I have a high paying job with the Central City Police. I'm published in three science publications. One math. And two engineering. I have a beautiful, sexy wife. And a perfect, adorable kid." He smiled. "Well. Sometimes."

"Good. I love you, man. Stay strong when facing jerks. Well, I'm gonna go talk to your…" I grow silent. I smirk. "Your new bully." I laugh.

He pushes me, softly. "Go away, Hal."

I walk up the stairs. I don't know what I am going to talk to Wally about, but that's my plan. 'Why would he call Barry those things?' I end up in front of his room. I don't know if I should knock or not. Barge in or not. What is right in this situation? I place my ear to the door. Is he crying? He's saying something. 'What?' I strain myself to hear.

"Stupid. You're so stupid. You deserve this." He grows silent. And then I hear a soft scream of pain. It wasn't too loud. It was being muffled. 'Curiosity killed the cat, but it might save the teenager.'

I creak the door open. I peak my head inside the room. Wally's on his bed. He's biting a pillow. He's pressing harder into his skin. Blood is soaking his bed. He starts scraping his skin with the knife. His skin is being peeled off. 'Time to react.' I scorn myself.

I rush forward. I grab the blanket off of the floor. And I grip the wrist of the hand that is holding the knife. The knife falls. I wrap the blanket around his arm. He doesn't fight me. I give his arm a tug to get him to stand up. I lead him out of his bedroom and to the bathroom. Better light. Nice warm water. Bandages.

I drop the blanket and grabbed the towel on the back of the door. I wrapped his arm, tightly, with the towel. He doesn't say anything. I just listen to his sniffling. I open the cabinet that is above the sink. I pull out the gauze. The band-aids. Tape. 'No antibacterial cream?'

I turn the sink on. I feel it. 'Cold.' I play with it for a few moments. 'Ah. too hot.' I play with it again. I smile. 'Perfect. Nice and Warm.'

I remove the towel. I pull his arm towards the water. It rests under the warm water for a moment. But then Wally jerks it out. He backs up to the wall and slides down to the floor.

"Wally. I have to clean the wound and see if it needs stitches." He doesn't say anything at first. Well, that was until his breathing became more erratic.

"I deserve to bleed to death."

I sigh. I choose to sit right beside him. "Wals, how could you say that?"

"I was mean to Uncle Barry. I deserve to die."

'I'm not arguing with him there.' "Yeah. You really were mean to Barry. Why did you say those horrible, hurtful things? I told you that story in confidence, first. I told you not to say anything to Barry about it. I just assumed you knew not to try and bully him with it. Didn't think I'd actually have to tell you not to bully your uncle. But I'll know for next time."

More sniffles. "I'm sorry. I wanted to hurt Uncle Barry."

Now I was getting angry. I took a deep breath. I don't wanna yell at him. Yet. 'After everything, Barry has done for this selfish little brat. He wanted to hurt him.' I close my eyes. 'Okay. Another deep breath. This is Wally. You love Wally.' I open my eyes. "Okay. Wally. Please explain why you would want to hurt your Uncle. He… Just why, hotshot?"

He cries harder. He puts his head in his hands. "I don't know Hal. I just don't know. Please. Just let me sit here and die. Better yet, go and get Barry's gun and just kill me."

"Was your Uncle… Did he resemble your dad at that moment?" I question. 'Maybe he does have PTSD or something.'

He was shocked. He wiped his eyes and shook his head. "No. He was Uncle Barry. I just wanted to make him cry. And what's really fucked up... Hal, what's really messed up is I was disappointed he didn't cry."

'Is PTSD off the table?' "What about right now?" He tilts his head to the side. I continue, "Do you want to hurt him right this second?"

"No." He mumbles.

"Would you like to apologize?"

He nods, slowly. Well, slow for him. "Let me get you bandaged up and we can go downstairs for you to apologize."

"No. I want to apologize to him first." I look at his wrist. "I want to know if he'd like me to die."

"I'll call him up here. I'm sure he still loves you. You had a bad choice moment. That's all kiddo."

Okay. Time to explain. Not much to tell. But we sometimes hurt the ones we love. We are vicious with our mouths. We don't know when the line is crossed. We don't know why we sometimes get the urge to hurt someone. But it's mostly people we love. So it's not like I just added this for some Barry agnst. Or for some stupid jokes. No. I didn't. This is Wally's story. His struggle with a mental disorder. Everything is done for a reason in this story. No one freak out. I'm sorry it was so short. But next chapter we are going to explore more of Wally's brain. So it will be longer. And juicer. I hope no one thinks this is going too slow. It's just I've been there. It's denial, denial, denial by everyone involved. Even the carrier.