Alone on a thread| Ducktales

Chapter nine

You know how this is supposed to be angsty? Yeah, here you go. Sorry if it's to much

Content warning!

This contains mentions of abuse, suggestion of r*pe, self harm, depression, demons and anxiety. If these make you uncomfortable, read the next chapter or stop reading! (Do at your own will)

Love you, Arthur chan!

All children deserve parents

Not all parents deserve children

-A wise person

Louie's POV:

Louie was in the manor, walking around. He couldn't find the others so he went outside.

"Uncle Donald? Huey? Dewey? Webby? Uncle Sro..."

He stopped in his tracks staring at the scene in front of him.

"James, what are you doing?"

"..."

"James, stop looking at me like that, you're making me uncomfortable"

"... Come here baby boy" James said in a distorted voice, walking slowly towards Louie.

"... James, we've talked about this, no, please stop..."

"..."

Louie started to run, he ran and ran until he found himself in their old bedroom.

This is where he was kidnapped

This is where he first started cutting

This is where he was punished in...

His hell...

His personal hell...

Bang, bang, bang

Oh no... he's here, he's going to do the "thing"

Louie started clawing at his skin, where he cut it, he started to bleed.

Oh Louie... what would you do without me?

Then suddenly, there was nothing, only darkness, he and Ron... his shadow... demon even.

Ron, what's happening?

Oh I don't know, you're having a dream or maybe this is reality? Who knows...

You're not helping... where's James. He was... he was-

You're too stressed for my liking, we've talked about this. If you want to talk to me you have to be calm

Now you're stressing me out! Where's Huey and the rest where's Uncle Donald? ... Where's Della?

... Wouldn't you like to know Llewellyn...

Louie woke up, panting heavily.

"Oh God.. no, no, no, no, no!" He screamed, clumsily walking to the window, opening it up.

"Oh God.... no.... Ron help... Where are you? Who are you?"

He started scratching at his scars, it was bleeding already.

"Oh God... OH NO!" He screeched, waking up the whole house.

Daisy's POV:

"What's going on?" Daisy asked, she was panicking.

"He's bleeding, and... and crying and..." Webby said, trying to clean up the blood.

"Huey, Dewey, Webby, go get the medical kit, Donald, you and I, we need to get the lad on the bed. May, June, get the lad an ice pack, he's heating up. Della, Daisy, get him some water, or a pep"

"Of course, come on Della, we need to talk"

...

"Where are we going? I wasn't there in time"

"Oh um... we're getting water for your child. And going to talk"

"Talk?"

"Yes, about Louie"

"... Oh, what did he do now?!"

"... what.. He's bleeding! You- Look Della, I've known you for years, you were never like this. I don't know what happened, but I don't care, Louie is a sweet child act like it. He doesn't deserve the sh*t you've put him in!"

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault he's in a gang"

"..."

"Sometimes I hate you Della, the poor boy was kidnapped! Look at his arms, blood, scars, nothing a 15 year old should have! Be a better mother Della, or not be one!"