South Park: Dragging Me Down

Clinical

Nine year old Pip winced as he was kicked in the side, rolling over onto his back. He had but a moment to breathe before a heavy weight came crashing down on his stomach, completely winding him.

"You're just completely pathetic, aren't you?"

Pip couldn't even answer. The man had been beating him for the last fifteen minutes so things were starting to get a little hazy. He winced as he was kicked in the rear, the action making him fly forward into a pair of shapely legs draped over the couch.

"Pip, get out the way of the TV." the owner of the legs barked at him, using them to push him out of her way.

Pip struggled onto his knees. He was seized from behind by the collar and lifted up, then was carried through the kitchen and towards the back door. The door was yanked open and a blast of cold air entered the house, causing the child to shiver. After a few seconds, Pip was unceremoniously tossed outside into a pile of deep snow.

"We don't want to see you again tonight." the man stated sharply.

The door slammed behind him.

Trying to ignore the cold, Pip dragged himself out of the snow pile, wincing as his bad arm dragged against the ground. He stared into the house through the glass in the door, watching his foster father animatedly telling his disinterested wife a few things - probably about Pip - as she lazily sat watching her favourite show, practically ignoring him.

Pip turned away from the door, still reeling from the beating. His right arm was particularly sore, but he knew the pain would stop eventually.

It usually did.

The lonely child pulled his bony, bruised knees up to his chest and looked up at the sky, watching as it rained down fresh snowflakes which pelted his face.

The school had phoned earlier, telling his foster parents about Pip being involved in a fight, and that he'd possibly need hospital attention for a suspected broken bone. This had not gone down well with his foster father. The news had come at the wrong time, since the man had just been laid off work and could no longer afford any medical bills.

After violently questioning Pip about what had happened and what was hurting, the man had lost his temper and hit him, snapping the child's head back. After the initial shock had worn off, he did it again, and again, and again, finding some sort of... sick pleasure out of hurting him.

Despite this, his actions hadn't surprised Pip by the slightest, as the Brit was used to adults hurting him. Pretty much every adult he had come across in life had hit him, so Pip just figured it was normal. It was normal for adults to smack their kids. It was normal for adults to tell their kids how worthless they were.

He was just surprised it had taken the man this long.

With this in mind, Pip had just stood there and allowed the man to abuse him, figuring it was the best way for him to vent.

The beating didn't bother him too much because Pip knew it was his fault the man had cracked anyway, so he deserved whatever punishment was being dished.

Pip knew he was too difficult to deal with and completely understood why his foster parents didn't really like him. He was a monetary drain and not even that nice of a person to balance it out. He was a complete waste of space and his parents deserved someone better. Someone who could defend themselves against an endless torrent of torment at school. Someone who had a personality that wasn't bland or generic, and someone who was much better in every way.