Glamrock Bonnie's P.O.V:
Since I was a kid, I was. . .not normal. I wasn't too kid like. . .apparently. I don't remember when I had this. . .monochrome vision or feelings, people told me that my eyes look dead. I was shy, and didn't have many friends. My mom & dad were nice at first, but years went by, they start to argue & neglect me. . . Now thinking, I never thought of them as my parents, just. . .animatronics. I discovered that I like to draw, express my feelings, but. . .when the parents saw my drawings, they were upset at me.
"Why can't you be normal, Bonnie?" My mom asked, "Play outside, make friends, and laugh. Don't just sit there all day to draw. . .weird stuff."
"I'm sorry, mom." She didn't understand me, so I turned to my dad, but he completely ignores me, always saying he's busy. One time he said something else. . .
"Kid, I'm busy. Go outside & play like a normal fucking kid for once." My dad says, his back turned to me.
". . .I'm sorry, dad."
I went to school, and I was bullied. Others found me weird, whispering about me, "That kid is not normal." "He's so weird." "Let's ignore him." "He's creepy." When I tried to make friends like my mom told me, "Um. . .can I play with you guys?"
"Ew, no way, weirdo!"
". . .I'm sorry." I apologized. . .I'm getting tired of this.
"Oh! I have an idea! You CAN play with us!"
"R-Really?" I asked with a hint of hope.
"Let's play hide-n-seek!"
We played that game during lunch, I was on the hiding side, the other kids who I was playing with, helped me hide. . .the naïve, weird kid I was, I obeyed & hid in a trashcan. I was told to wait until they find me, if they were all found before me, they'll come get me. I waited & waited. . .but as expected no one came, until the bell rang. That's when I get out, and head to class. The teacher scolded me for. . .you know, smelling like garbage, and asked what I did to be like this. I tried to speak, but was cut off by others, "Teacher! He's not normal like us!" "I think he just likes it being smelly!" "Weirdo!" "Eww! Gross!"
"I was-" I tried to explain, but the teacher says, "Ugh, just go to the restroom, and clean yourself." The teacher didn't even give me time to explain myself.
"Teacher-"
"OUT! NOW!" So. . .I went out. I didn't understand. What is 'normal' that people are talking about?
Once at home, again with yelling awaited me. "For god's sake! Why can't you be normal!?" My mom yells at me after drinking. She keeps telling me to be 'normal'. . .but I didn't know how to.
"I-I'm sorry, mom. . .b-but I don't know how to-"
"Shut up! Agh! You little creep! You know what our neighbors & my friends ask me? 'Is your son okay', 'does he have friends', 'why is he so weird', 'you should take him to a doctor', just be normal! WHY IS IT SO HARD!?"
"I. . .I'm sorry." There's no point in apologizing, but. . .that's all I could say.
"Stop making a ruckus. I'm tired." My dad walks in, "Are you drinking again?"
"Just one bottle. I was just giving discipline."
"At least lower your voice a little."
"You don't get to say anything, you leave this brat all to me!"
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