~Marc's POV~
The dumbwaiters resistance caused it to make a groaning down as it opened. Marc sees a dark short figure standing infront of him. He soon realises that its his father. He screams as loud as he could to scare his father so that he could run away. This idea failed. Clarence snatched the sleeve of Marcs shirt. He then flung him onto the floor and stepped on his chest, pushing down as hard as he could. "Did yiu really think you could hide from me boy? Did you?" Clarence bellowed. Marc sheds a tear but Clarence sees. "Aww is the twit, what do you call her Liz, coming out? Tell her to ill be the shit out of her too. Ill show her that she doesnt belong in your life. I will make you believe she is just some fantasy you came up with in the pea sized brain of yours." Across the room sits an old desk. Clarence picks Marc up by his shirt and throws him into the corner of the desk. Marc screams in pain. "The more you complain the wrose this will become for you!" Howls Clarence.
About an hour goes by of Clarence beating the ever living shit out of Marc. He then throws him into his room and locks him in there. Marc then notices that his room has been gone through. His father had found every hiding spot he had and took his things. Marc runs to the window and screams when he sees his dad pour his blocks in to the fire then dropping the cardboard box the blocks where in. Marc falls to the ground and starts balling. "Why does he have to do this to me. Its not like he doesn't suffer with the same thing I do." Marc blubs through the tears. Marc slowly starts regressing.
~Liv's POV~
Liv looks up and sees that one of her hiding places had not been discovered. She slowly gets up and walks over to the wall. She pulls up a corner of the wall panel and a large stuffie falls from the whole behind it. She falls on to the floor with it and starts balling her eyes out. Her whole body hurts and she doesnt know why. After about 45 minutes liv stops crying. She then pulls out Marcs phone from the jacket pocket. She plays a few games before getting on his social.
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The Struggles
Fiksi RemajaThis will be written in the form of a diary/journal. A teenage boy who struggles with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) desides that logging the days in a voice audio would help remember the things that he has forgotten or never knew he did in th...
