The Criminal Within(Jason McCann){Completed}

07

DISCLAIMER: First part contains abusive content and child abuse so if this is something that touches your past or is an emotional subject to you then skip a few pages or a few paragraphs. And also there will be some parts containing blood and things so be warned.
Ok back to the story-

I woke up the next morning in the corner of my bedroom which was strange. Even though I remember I slept here last night, something felt wrong, maybe even different. "Wake the fuck up you piece of shit." I heard as I saw a woman walk into the room with a belt.

I looked over to the where the bed is and saw a little boy laying there tears were already building up in his eyes. "No mom please don't." He sobbed.

"GET OUT YOU USELESS SHIT!" She screamed as she hit the boy with the belt across this arm leaving a massive bruise.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!" I shouted but she didn't react. "DID YOU HEAR ME?! WHAT DID THAT POOR CHILD EVER DO TO YOU BITCH?!" She still didn't react and kept hitting him the kid was now crying. I was getting so mad now. "STOP FUCKING HITTING HIM YOU STUPID BITCH!" I screamed and tried turning her around by the shoulder but my hand just went through.

I walked up to the mirror and didn't see anything, it was like I was a phantom or something. I saw the horrific scene behind me and I wanted to help The poor boy. That was when I realised, that boy was me. The woman hitting him was my mother. "Will you finally get up?" She hissed.

"Mhm." The boy answered. Tears were building up in my eyes as I saw what I went through as a child.

The mom slapped him across the face. "ANSWER ME PROPERLY!" She shouted.

"They raised me like that, now known as a severely dangerous criminal." I said and I knew she didn't hear me.

"Yes mom I will get up." The boy said as he stood up and went outside the door. I looked over to the mom who fixed her head and left the room.

"Seeing what happened to me from a different point of view really hurts." I said and burst out crying.

"Jason wake up. Jason everything is ok wake up." I heard someone as I slowly opened my eyes. My cheeks were stinging from the tears.

"Jason you had a bad dream." It was still dark outside. As my mom woke me up. "Are you ok?" If she only knew what I dreamed about.

"It was like a flashback to the past. There was this boy that looked like me and his mother was hitting him really hard." I still had tears in my eyes. "Oh shit. I remember that day. I couldn't get out of bed because I was dizzy and you just attacked me." I said loudly.

She looked down. "You don't even know, how many times me and your father regretted doing any of this to you."

"Yes I do know. None. Because you guys hated me. But you guys don't even know how happy I was that you guys kicked me out of this house." I said as I laid down and faced the fall.

"I'm sorry for everything that happened Jason. I really am." She whispered.

"Ok but a sorry won't fix the fact that I never had a normal life."

"Ok I'll leave now. Goodnight." She said as she left.

I was still partly crying so I went to calm myself down. I lightly turned the doorknob to the room that y/n was staying at. "What's wrong Jason?" She said in her raspy voice. "It's three in the morning."