He doesn't want to see you, he doesn't want to see you, he doesn't want to see you, he doesn't want to see you ever again, he doesn't want to see you ever again, never ever again...
What is wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with you? How could you? How could you call your little brother that? How could you? How could you call your little brother a monster? A freak? What is wrong with you? You disgust me...
Disgusting, horrible, failure, unlovable...
You will never be enough, I hope you know that, you will never ever be enough for anyone. Your parents–do they even love you –your friends–do you have any, I don't think so–your brothers...no, you will never be enough for any of them. You will never be Jasper, never. You will never be him because you are a failure. You want to be him? I am afraid that is impossible because look at him and then look at you. He got angry because you deserve to be yelled at. You deserve all the bad things that happened to you. You deserve it all because you are a bad person, you are a bad person...calling your sweet little brother a monster...
You will always be a failure. No matter how hard you try, you will never be your brother, you will never be what your brothers want; a father, a parent, a person they love and care about, you will never be that. You will just be labelled as the failed, sad, depressed, good for nothing, forgotten brother.
He doesn't love you anymore, he doesn't love you...he said it, he doesn't love you, he doesn't love you, he doesn't want to see you ever again, he doesn't care about you anymore, he doesn't care, he doesn't love you, you're dead to him.
Dead.
Remember? What he said?
You're dead to him!
And that only means it is only a matter of time until the day you're dead to your other brothers comes too...
Because you're nothing.
You hear me?
You're. Nothing.
Nothing.
Well, that isn't the whole truth...
Because you are a lot of things.
Just not the good kind.
Let's list them, shall we?
Angry.
Mean.
Stupid.
Cruel.
A failure.
Disgusting.
A bad brother.
And...there are so many more but how about...
The real monster.
Say it.
Toby stared at the wall he was facing, rocking back and forth with wide terrified eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming to his eyes...just listening...
Say it.
Listening...
Say it. Say you're a monster.
Toby mumbled something.
What?
"I...the...mo...er..."
SAY IT.
"I'm the real...monster..."
Say it again, let it really sink in.
"I'm the real monster," Toby said again. "I am the real monster of this family."
Good...
Toby stared at the wall.
I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster, I'm the real monster.
Toby placed his forehead against his knees, burying his face into his trousers, fingernails scraping at his arms.
I'm the real monster.
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Freaks: Year Two
Fanfiction*This series in the process of being rewritten.* Harry was, to put it mildly, nervous when he was asked to tutor a student from Professor Slughorn in History Of Magic, but he had tried to keep positive. "I'm your History Of Magic tutor." Harry told...
