tony starks son

death glare contest (4)

A/n: it's getting a little bit darker and more depeessing but not so much. So enjoy:)

Owens pov:

I woke up and felt immediately like shit. It was a long night. I couldn't fall asleep due to my overthinking ass. So i got like 4 hours sleep.

Dont get me wrong. I like sleeping but the dreamless sleeping, where you don't even know your sleeping and everything is dark and empty, like your brain isn't working. And time goes fast.

But i don't like going to bed cause that means you're doing nothing and just laying there and the only thing that is doing something is your brain. And thats also my biggest enemy cause when you have nothing to distract your brain from, it starts overthinking.

What means you're getting these terrible thoughts and voices that makes you going insane.
So now i feel like shit and i know i'm gonna have an even shittier day.

I hate showering cause that means i need to look at myself and when i do that i feel disgusting. It's like i'm sick of myself, that i don't belong in this body. But they'll notice if i don't shower so i just ignore that body like always. But its hard when that body you try to ignore is your own.

I look in the mirror, i'm wearing my binder and a boxer short. Sometimes i oblige myself to look at me in the mirror. Thinking that when i look long enough maybe i won't hate it anymore.

But it doesn't work.

All i see is the same girl, olivia, before she came out just with boys-underwear on. I feel the urge to cry and scream but i don't. I just stand there looking at this person i don't even recognize. 'Owen are you almost ready!' Peter yells from behind the door. 'Yeah almost' i say with a weak voice fighting the urge to cry.

'Are you okay?' He asks still not opening the door. And that is the point i break. Peter opens the door and looks at me. 'What's wrong?' 'Nothing just leave okay' i say wanting to be alone. 'Not before you tell me what's wrong. We used to tell eachother everything' He almost yells at me.

'I'm fine okay, just leave me the fuck alone!' I grab my clothes and run to my room. While yelling i didn't even notice dad standing there and hearing me yelling.

Tony' pov:

Owen is struggling. He's been moody, quit and is sleeping less. After his outburst he just had i want to know what's wrong. 'Peter what happened?' I ask confused. 'Nothing.' I give him that look that tells him he just needs to tell the truth and i don't believe him. 'Okaay. I heard him crying and just asked him what was wrong. Then he came angry. He's acting weird dad' peter explained. 'I know, i'll go talk to him'

I knock on his door. 'What do you not understand about leaving me alone, peter!' he yells. 'It's me, dad' i hear footsteps coming to the door and then he opens it.

'What is wrong?' He asks sounding annoyed. 'I should be the one asking you that' i answer. 'What do you mean?' He says. 'Everyone could hear you yelling from the dinning room.' 'We're brothers it's normal to have a fight sometimes' owen says. 'Yeah but you've been acting weird for a while now so i'm just worried about you, we all are.'

'Well you don't need to i'm fine' he assures me. I don't know if should believe him or not. But i trust him. 'Okay just know you can always come to me if you want to talk or something's wrong'. 'i Know' he says.

Owens pov:

Is it that obvious that i'm struggling. Maybe i need to hide it more. They already worry enough. And i don't need there help i can do it on my own. 'Are you gonna come breakfast is ready' he asks. 'Yeah i'm coming'.

When i walk downstairs i get a couple glances from the others. Was i really that loud? Some looks are worried others confused and even an 'are you ok' look. I just ignore them give a small nod as a goodmorning and start eating.