🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Five Stages Of Grief

Denial.

"Fuck you!” Bellamy yelled, as he threw another dart at Bren’s back. By this point Bren was used to being treated like this. It was often that Bren wondered why he was treated like this, but his siblings knew how to remind him of his “mistake”, simply being born. 

Bren let out a yelp as the dart hit him right at his lower back. This was met with yet another dart being thrown at him, but this time by Edward. 

“Shut up, scum!” Edward yelled, behind him Bianca snickered. She wasn’t one to join in on Bren’s torture, but she was one to laugh. Her thing was more verbal attacks, she could  stand her ground in that way. However she was extremely weak when it came to physical combat, unlike Jericho. 

Jericho was special. She wasn’t one to care for physical appearance, but she was one to enjoy causing people pain. Which was one of the reasons that she had ordered a custom whip for beating up Bren. This didn’t stop her from using the whip for other things of course. 

“Goodness Edward. Your aim isn’t good enough.” Karver said, as he examined where the dart landed on Bren’s back. 

“Oh, really? Yeah, like you could do better.” Edward said defensively. 

“Yes, look you throw like this.” Karver demonstrated how to throw the dart, ending in Bren getting even more wounds. Usually, he was safe from Karver, as most of his abuse consisted of verbal torment or the occasional stab from his soward, but it looked like he was willing to join in today. 

Bren let yet another yelp out. This  seemed to enrage Bellamy, and he threw another dart at him. 

“Shut up! You deserve this for what you have done to us.” 

“But what did I do?” Bren shouted back. It was the first time he had ever dared to speak back to his siblings. This proved to be one of his biggest mistakes.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say?” Bellamy laughed. It was one of the scariest sounds Bren had ever heard.

“Listen here you little shit. After what you did to me. To us. You are the reason my mother is dead. And I will never forgive you for it. Never.” He threw another dart. 

This time Bren screamed in pain. In pain because of the darts, in pain because he didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want to believe that he was the reason that his siblings had grown up without a mother, that he had grown up without knowing the touch of a mother’s love. 

No. No. No. She's not gone. This isnt my fault. No. He thought as he was kicked over and over and over again.

Soon he was back in his “room”, if you can call that small closet a room. Was it too late? Was he in the wrong? Was it really his fault?

Anger.

Bren often waited till it was dark. That was when everyone was asleep. When nobody would be there to notice his absence. Not that anyone really cared in the day, but at least at night nobody would ask to use him as a dart board. 

Nobody would abuse him at night. It was at times like this when the moon was his best friend. He liked to think that he was keeping the moon company too. 

But after a while, he awaited night time for a different reason. So that he could come to the surface and see you. 

There you were in the moonlight, looking out at the beautiful ocean. You waited to hear his voice, but instead you heard someone else’s voice.  You thought it was Bren coming to meet you for his nightly visits.