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richie threw open the front door, slamming it shut before making his way to the kitchen. his parents weren't home, as usual. his mom was most likely passed out at a bar and his dad was probably off fucking one of his co workers at a shitty motel.

richie grabbed one of the beer bottles from the fridge, sitting on the counter before downing it all. he put his head in his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before tears started to stain his pale cheeks.

he was so tired of feeling like a nobody, and feeling like he had nobody. and he truly didn't, well that's what he told himself. he has all his friends, yeah, but it's not the same. they all see him as a loud annoying idiot. he has no one that truly cares for him. he hardly saw his parents, and it's always been like that.

five year old richie ran down the stairs, wearing black shorts, a white shirt and a hawaiian shirt. "momma!" richie yelled, running over to his drunk passed out mom on the couch. "mommy!" richie yelled again, shaking his moms shoulders. "can we go to the park?" he asked once he saw his mom wake up. she then grabbed richie's small arm, holding him tightly as her eyes adjusted to the light. "get me another d-drink and shut up. g-go ask your dad or something." she slurred, causing richie to nod. he wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a beer then jumping and dropping it. his father was behind him, watching him like a hawk. "you scared me-" his dad then slapped him, furrowing his eyebrows. "what the fuck is wrong with you? you can't drink that shit. clean it up then get out of here." his father said before turning away, grabbing his keys then leaving. richie nodded, looking down at the broken glass and drink everywhere. he had no idea how to clean it, so he grabbed a towel putting it on the floor then started picking the glass. "ow! fu-" he cut himself off, crying at blood dripped from his hand and onto the floor. "mommy!" he yelled, running into the kitchen only to see his mother passed out once again. he ran up into the bathroom, putting his hand under the running sink water. "ah- ah-" he bit the inside of his lip, before deciding putting it under water wasn't helping. he grabbed toilet paper and wrapped it around his hand, not knowing what to do as blood soaked through it.

richie was now standing in the bathroom, looking at his hand. the hand that had many cuts on the knuckles and a big cut on his palm. he sighed then looked up at himself in the mirror, he looked horrible. his face was pale, he had the biggest dark circles under his eyes, his lips were chapped, and his face was tear stained. he ran a hand through his hair, hating what he was seeing.

richie stood on his tip toes, applying his mother's bright red lipstick and laughing. "gonna get all da ladies." he kissed the air, before leaving the bathroom with his hands on his hips. "dadddd!" he dragged out, walking downstairs. "do i look sexy or what?" he said, spinning around and grinning. he watched his dad, assuming he'd laugh, but only got slapped instead. "s-stop be a f*g. take that shit off." his father slurred obviously wasted, before pushing richie so hard he fell to the ground. "go!" he yelled once richie didn't move. he quickly got to his feet, running upstairs. he locked himself in the bathroom, crying as he tried his best to clean off the ugly makeup he put on as a joke.

richie fake laughed as the memory came back to him, shaking his head before shutting off the light and going to his room.