One Shots

Daddy Issues (part 1) - Frank Castle

*warnings: violence*

Have you been bullied at school? If you have, you probably know the feeling. The feeling when someone hurts you physically or emotionally, or possibly both. When people laugh at you when you pass them. They laugh when they trip you over at the hallways. They laugh when you answer wrong to a question. They laugh at whatever you do. And no one, no one can help you.

  Unless someone decides to stand up for you. Help you to get over whatever you've been through. That someone will probably become your best friend. But. Everyone doesn't have that good luck. Someones have been through hell and are still fighting. There's people who wants to hurt themselves, because they want the pain away. They enjoy the pain that they do to themselves.

They think: this is what they want, and that's what they will get. And you keep doing it. Soon you start to look like a tiger but still no one notices, or basically no one cares. You've been crying so much that there are no more tears left to cry.

  You become angry. Angry at yourself. Angry to others. Angry at everything. You start to pound the wall and hit your head against it. You yell loudly while the tears are running down your cheeks. You break things. Throw them around your house. Scream into the pillow.

   And eventually. If there's no one helping. You haven't asked for help. When you're at that point, that nobody can do anything. You really want to kill yourself. You make yourself a plan. How you do it and when you do it. If still nobody cares about you, you do it.

   I've been through hell. I'm still fighting and I won't stop. I don't care when they laugh at me or hurt me emotionally. I block them out. I don't hear them.

But then. Then they started to hurt me physically. They hit me, kicked me, did everything that students can do to another student.

   I was scared to go to school. I was careful and tried to hide into the shadows. But it didn't work. They always found me, they always hurt me. When they had beaten me up and my face was covered in blood, no one still came to ask me what was wrong. No one ever came to help me.

Today wasn't really different. School had just ended and I have a short walk home. I push through the school's doors outside. I tried to hurry, just in case if they didn't see me.

  I turned from the corner of the building and then I saw them. Mason, he's senior in our highschool. Jack, Mason's best friend, also in senior year. Elisa, is in sophomore year. She drinks alcohol with the boys and with Janica, who I see with them, too. There's also Janica's boyfriend, Caleb.

  I try to turn back but then Mason yells, “Hey, (y/n)! C'mere!” I freeze still and turn back to them slowly. Evil smirk formed to their faces. I can't run away now. I start to walk towards them slowly, preparing for all the pain. “What?” I ask and stand in front of them. “You don't have to hurry. You're going home anyways.” Janica smirks. “Because you don't have friends.” Caleb continues, chuckling. “It's none of your business!” I snap and all five started to laugh.

   “Idiots.” I mumble under my breath. “What did you say?” Elisa asked, making her voice higher that everyone heard. “Idiots.” I say a little louder. Then Elisa took few steps forward and slapped me hard on the cheek. Then the others pushed me against the wall and started slapping, punching and kicking me.

  I scream but it feels like no one hears.

But then. Out of nowhere. There comes that guy. Dressed in dark blue jeans and black hoodie, with the hood on. He comes closer to us, speed walking and yells, “Hey little bastards! Get off her!”

He pushes all five roughly off of me and I slide down to the ground into a sobbing mess.

   The man looks pretty scary. He yells at the five loudly and he jostled them pretty roughly.