MCYT one-shots cuz I can't find any poly ships that include Scott Smajor

My Broken Family

Setting: Limited Life 

Ship: some implied ships

Content: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol addiction, swearing, psych hospital, self harm, suicidal thoughts, etc

"BDOUBLE MOARCE SLABS, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

Scott winced as he heard his mother shout his brother's name, tightening his grip on the hairbrush he held. His little brother, Scar, yelped as Scott accidentally pulled his hair too hard.

"Scott! That hurts!" 

"Sorry." Scott apologized, guilt spiking through him. He hated it when he hurt his siblings. Even if it was just bumping into them, he'd feel guilty about it for the rest of the day. 

The cyanette sighed and kept brushing Scar's hair. Since their parents had refused to take them to a barber, and Scott couldn't possibly make enough money to get all four of them haircuts, the brunette's hair had gotten long. It was almost to his shoulders. Scar didn't seem to mind though. 

Martyn sat in the corner of the bedroom, absently scrolling through his phone. 

"Hey, Martyn."

The blonde looked up at Scott, looking very tired. 

"Do you think you could go and see what Bdubs has gotten in trouble for?" 

Martyn nodded, even though his eyes showed fear. He got off his chair and walked to the door, carefully opening and closing it. 

This was the norm in their house. Opening and closing doors, as well as walking down the halls, took practice and precision. One loud step or door slam could get you in trouble with dad for the rest of the week.

Scott finished brushing Scar's hair and gave him a quick hug, giving him a gentle reminder to leave so that he could finish packing.

Scar smiled at his older brother and gave him a hug. "I'll miss you while you're at the hospital."

Scott sighed. "I know. But maybe they'll let you visit." 

After Scar left, Scott grabbed his pillow off his bed and flung it at his empty bookcase. 

This cursed house. This cursed family. Why couldn't he just have been born into a normal, well functioning family? Why did he have to endure his dad's smoking and his mom's alcoholism? Why did his brothers have to get in trouble all the time? Why was he the one who was being referred to a mental hospital just because he's a 'danger to himself'?

It was just so unfair.

No. Wrong word.

Life was unfair, that was unavoidable. This situation, however, was... Scott didn't know.

Everything was so complicated. Shades of grey were inevitable, but also frightening. All his life, his whole world had been built on the need to be careful, tread lightly, care for others.

He wouldn't be able to do that once he left. His brothers would be all alone, left with no one to care for them. 

A faint knock on his door. Three long, five short. It was Martyn.

"Come in!" Scott said, closing and zipping up his suitcase.

Martyn cautiously opened the door, tiptoeing inside. "Hey..." the blonde-haired boy looked upset.

Martyn had cried at first when he'd heard the news. He'd begged and begged for Scott to stay, to keep them safe. Scott had spent that night in his brother's room, sleeping next to him like they did when they were younger. 

Scott opened his arms. "Hey, it's alright. Come here." 

His brother immediately collapsed into the hug, shivering. He looked like he wanted to cry again.

"I don't want you to leave." He whimpered, clinging onto the white t-shirt his older brother was wearing. 

"I know..." Scott sighed, a single tear trickling down his cheek. "I'll.. I'll be back." He tried to sound hopeful and cheery while saying that, but it just came out as a sob. 

He'd... be... back...

A year later...

"Stop!!" Scar cried when he saw what his dad was doing. 

Etho, glass bottle in hand, towered over Martyn. He was furious. Martyn was curled up on the ground, crying, bruised, and bleeding. Shards of glass were scattered around him. 

It had been a year since Scott had left, and life had only gotten worse. 

As the young brunette tried to get his father away, he wished for life to be simpler.

'I just want this to end.. I want life to be over... I want to live happily.'