Screwing everything up and doing everything wrong

Tw: Child abuse/child neglect, child abandonment, self hatred


He pulls his knees to his chest, he can faintly hear DC typing in the other room. He was being annoying, he knew that, he could tell. The others seemed drained whenever he talked to them, which was fine, he'd get tired of himself too. He's losing focus, letting the typing fade as he thinks, he needed to stop bothering them, that shouldn't be hard.


He sighs, eyes welling with tears, he was annoying and they were going to leave him, just like his father did.


His breath hitches at that thought, were they going to treat him the same way his father treated him? They were better than that, they wouldn't withhold affection the way his father had, they cared about him, didn't they?


He doesn't think they liked him that much, he couldn't figure out why they would, he didn't even like him. Maybe this was some kind of payback, he annoys them so they agree to get him back. He shakes his head, they wouldn't do that, they wouldn't play with his feelings like that. The longer he thinks about it, the more it makes sense. They'd said it before, they didn't want him there.


He whimpers, hiding his face in his arms, they would've gotten rid of him if they didn't want him there, right?

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