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--Dick's P.O.V.--
I stared out of my window as tears streamed down my pale face. It had been three years since I decided to leave the young justice league. Sighing, I whipped my eyes and turned away. My thoughts darkened as my once vibrant blue eyes landed on the only psychical evidence of the fact that I used to matter; a photo of me with my old teammates. I felt my tears came faster as I shakily grabbed my blade and dragged myself to my bathroom. My breath started coming out in sobs.
Just do it, your useless.
Just end it all now ya fag.
NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU
The voices scream inside my head. I sob quietly, as I place the blade on my already scarred wrist.
One, for being useless
Two, Leaving them
Three, for being ugly
Four, for being fat
Five for being stupid
And it continues till there are twenty new fresh cuts on each wrist. Sighing I grab some bandages before walking out, after bandaging my arms. Grabbing a jacket I walk out of the house. My mind flashes back to the last time I saw my true family.
--Flashback--
It was three years ago. When it happened. I was training in the gym at Bruce Wayne's manor when Alfred came into the room and cleared his throat.
"Master Dick someone would like to see you"
Frowning I jump down from what I was doing and wipe my forehead before following Alfred down to the front foyer.
"Richard, you look just like your mother" An unfamiliar voice sounded by the door. In front of me was an older man with grey hair but a giant smile on his face.
"And you are?" I ask curiously. While crossing my arms, not having time for this. I mean I needed to train.
"Dick be nice" I hear Bruce say behind me. I go to turn around until I notice the old guy's blue eyes harden. "Hi, I'm..."
"I know who you are" The old guy interrupts. "And I'm Dick's grandfather," he adds.
--Flashback over--
Needless to stay I left with my grandfather wanting to get to know him. It was good for about three weeks, and then he noticed that I would sneak out and fight crime as Nightwing. Instead of encouraging me to do one of the only things I'm good at, he took all of my gear and destroyed them. My grandfather then left me with my uncle who beats me almost every day. I've been depressed for 2 and a half years. Last year I tried to kill myself, and about a month later I tried again. For the last twelve months, I've been in and out of hospital all from attempted suicide.
Sighing I looked up at the moon as I walked around Happy Harper. We had just got here yesterday, after my 20th attempt, my new legal guardians decided that we needed a fresh start so we moved to Happy Harper. I sighed as my eyes scanned the buildings around me before my gaze finally finds Mount Justice. "Oh, the good old days" I mutter under my breath. My mind flicks back memories from the past couple of years. Huffing in annoyance I slam my fist against a brick wall. I smirk as my hand numbs with pain and I hear the familiar sound of bricks crumbling.
"How the hell are you that strong!" An all to familiar voice yelled out behind me. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I hear my ex-best friend and childhood crush speak. Also known as Wally West. I stay in the same spot my fist still connected the crumbled brick wall no doubt bloodied.
"Show your face my friend" Kaulder spoke out calmly. I stay still for a while before I hear Conner's growl causing me to angle my head towards them as I slowly back away. I watch as they all frown, still unable to see my face because of the hood I was wearing. Before I slip away into the shadows.
Quietly I make my way back to the house. Taking a moment to survey the house as I stand across the street, I turn around to stare behind me as I feel eyes piercing into my back before I run and scale up the wall of my new house before hauling myself into my room. Turning around, my eyes met with my ex-teammates plus someone else, and this time it's me that stares back in shock. Before of course, I heard something downstairs, and instantly snap the curtains close before slipping into bed and closing my eyes, and slowing down my heart rate just in time before my uncle; Gabe walked into my room, probably just to check on me. "Richard, get out of bed now." He's bellowed, grabbing my hair and throwing me against the wall. I don't react, instead, I stare down at the ground and let him hit me.
I let out a yelp of pain as Gabe throws me against the wall, again. Something wet slid down my head. Blood. Gabe, kicks me in the stomach, once twice thrice before he punches me in the face before leaving my room. "Stupid, stupid stupid" I hiss at myself, slamming my head in the wall I groan in frustration before I bandage my head and drag myself to bed.