No One's Invincible

It's alright

The day after was a weekend. Wally found himself on the floor in the early hours of the morning, sore and stiff.

There was blood on the floor.

Wally sat himself up with a start causing sore muscles to scream in complaint. He winced.

There was no movement in the house. He looked up at the slowly ticking clock on the wall and saw only squiggles and lines. His mind was a mesh of confused thoughts and feelings and he was too distracted to let himself relax enough to figure out the time.

He let himself slump down to the floor again in defeat.

He was hungry. His rumbling belly could tell him that much but after yesterday he couldn't bring himself to eat from pure nausea.
He felt like he might throw up the nothing that was already in his stomach​.

Slowly, slowly, because he knew he'd need the energy, he stepped up. He was sore but healed. Stiff from sleeping on the floor.

He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He knew if he didn't eat he would be in some serious trouble that would need an explanation from him to uncle Barry, and frankly he didn't have the heart to lie today or at all to his uncle.

All the food in the fridge gave him no appetite so he moved on the the freezer and found the leftovers from last night. It was a small portion but he really didn't feel up to much.

He spooned the pasta slowly into his mouth. His team would be so proud at how neatly he was eating. Then again, they wouldn't be proud at how skinny he had become. Or who knows, maybe they wouldn't care.

Because of his high matabolism, he realised, he was stick thin because of yesterday's 'experiment'. You could practically see his ribs, see his bones.

He felt like a Halloween skeleton, draped in oversized clothes that made him feel comical. The worst part of it was they were his clothes that had fit him perfectly for just under a year till now. He was ashamed of himself.

The pasta was finally finished but he felt an urge to puke. He could feel bile riding in the back of his throat but he suppressed the urge to throw up.

He really didn't have the energy to go to the cave today. Hopefully no one would notice as they didn't have a mission that day. Anyway, he could just say that he was dealing with some 'family business',which was technically true.

He just didn't have the energy, and besides all they would do was hang out and it's not like he would be missed either. He was sure he wouldn't be missed.

He wasn't sure his parents were up yet. He could see out the window without having to read the clock that it was early morning. He had to be quiet. His parents wouldn't be awake yet and he didn't want to wake them.

His dad would almost certainly be hung over and he didn't want his mum to fret over him and disturb her husband unintentionally.

His room was just up the stairs and past their room. If he was quiet they wouldn't hear. If he was quiet, he wouldn't be beat on again.

And as he tiptoed up the stairs and reached his room he realised how drastically his life had changed over the course of a day. It exhausted him to even think about it, so he didn't and instead focused himself on going to sleep. He had school tomorrow. He didn't want to let anything show and sleeping would be the best way to rid himself of the horro-... of what happened last night.
To be honest, he still wasn't sure that it actually happened and if it wasn't for his sore body and ...Stained... clothes, he wouldn't even have considered it as a possibility.

What could he do?

He couldn't tell anyone. It was between the family. No one else needed to know and besides, it had never happened before this. It probably wouldn't happen again. Who would believe him anyway. Rudolph acted like the perfect father in front of other people, not like he was a bad dad. He was just easy to anger.

Why had he gotten drunk in the first place? 

Why would he ever drink?

He had a nagging suspicion it had something to do with him. It always seemed like his father's life revolved around Wally's faults and mistakes.

There were so many mistakes.