Heartbeat (Wooflan)

Two - Flasback

A/N
THE VLOG!!!!!!! WOOFLAN FEELS

I finally regain my balance my head restoring itself to it's better, yet still shitty, self. I hear a loud bang on the bathroom door.

"Lachlan! Open it up you faggot!" My father screams. I open it up slowly. "What were you doing?!" He demands.
"I was using the bathroom. What else would I be doing?"

"Don't you dare sass me!" The first blow. He punches me and I fall down hard against the floor. He starts kicking my stomach hard making my body slowly grow number. I groan in pain. "Start showing respect to your father." He spits and walks off. Black dots fill my vision and my eyes close drifting into a soft sleep.

I wake up in a dream. No. Flashback.

"Lachlan!" My older sister whines as we play in the yard.
"What do you want Jacqui?" I ask her.
"You took my stuffed animal!" She complains. I was 6 at the time, she was 8.
"I did not!" I protest holding the stuffed bunny behind my back.
"Mom!" She calls out. "Lachlan stole my stuffed animal!" Mother and father laugh slightly before walking over. Back then my father wasn't as mean. He was always strict but my mother could always loosen him up.

"Lachlan, give her back her toy." I groan and walk over handing it to her. She takes it and hugs it smiling and running off. "Stop stealing her stuff mister." My mom pouts at me. I know she's not actually mad, she was never mad at me. I give her a hug which she gladly accepts. I smile and laugh before waking up in the dreaded, modern world. I wake up still on the floor wanting to just go back to sleep, but sadly I can't. I think of my mother how she always loved me.

She could always calm down my father somehow. I wish I knew how. She died to cancer around 10 years ago. That's when dad started abusing Jacqui and I. Jacqui never seemed at strong as me. We both started cutting, but it was no secret. We could read each other's emotions easily. She later committed suicide. I found her hanging there.

I cried which only made my father hit me more because I was being "annoying". She was the only person left who loved me. She was my lifeline then but now? Hope for my future. I want to help others but how can I when I can't even help myself? I get up and look around in the cabinet again looking for that orange bottle. I find the pills and shake a few in my hand.

One.
Two.
Three.
Seven.

I think about it. Swallowing them here and now. I decide against it reluctantly. It would be so easy. To leave this world and be happy again. Be with Mother and Jacqui. But I can't. Not now at least.