Torment
I've never really known serenity. How it feels or how it would feel. My life is spent verily in dread of the next assault of torment that I recieve from the people I would call schoolmates. I'm the laughing stock of the school. I'm a white tiger with bright blue stripes and eyes to match. I'm small for my age and species, and everyone accuses me of the most horrible things that I will not list. The first thing I do before falling asleep or getting out of bed is pray to my God that today everything will change. It slowly turned from praying to begging over the years, however, and I'm reaching the end of my faith.I need love. I need someone to tell me I'm enough."Honey? Are you alright?" My mom had caught me staring out the window to the right of me. We were sitting at the dinner table eating steak."I'm fine." I muttered, my tone betraying me and telling my mother all of my secrets. In reality, I didn't care what she knew. I just wished she understood. I poked my food with my fork. My mother had always told me that I was small because I never ate enough, so in a way you could say that my tormentors were at fault for that.I excused myself from the table with the excuse that I wasn't hungry. I truth, I was, but I had no appetite. I strolled slowly to my room, hugging the wall. The ever present memories of the past began to torment me again."Why are you so small, huh pipsqueak?""You aren't old enough to sit by us. What's that? You're older than me? I find that hard to believe, honey.""Why would we want a loser like you in our group? All you ever do is mess things up!"Despite my academic success and my overall talent in artistic and technological studies, my intelligence was never enough to catch the admiration of a single student. I stumbled into my room, the torments of my life making me drunk with sorrow.I fell to my bed. I sat there crying silently for about ten minutes, hugging the teddybear I had. This teddybear was my only escape. The one filling I had for the hole that lonliness had left in my heart. I got over myself after those ten minutes and took the time to do my nightly routine just to return to my bed, hugging the teddybear until I drifted off to sleep.I awoke to my alarm. I could tell that my dad had already left by the fact that the light in the hall was on. Since it was a school day, I dragged myself out of the grasp of my bed and got ready for school. I drove myself, and arrived with a few minutes to spare before the bell signaled the beginning of
another day in hell. The negative stimuli, however, didn't feel like waiting."Hey, look! It's Fraco!" I heard. My name was a universal signal for 'Stop what you're doing and bother the weakling', and the local bully, the kind that didn't torment just me, immediately got at it."So you didn't kill yourself last night? Such a pity. I was hoping you would." the bully, Butch, said.I walked past him, ignoring his taunts. As much as my life is a living hell, suicide is an option I've shoved completely out of mind. I knew that I would eventually come out on top. My grades are good enough, so I'll survive much better in post-school life with a well-paying job. I just had to endure the pain."Hey, faggot. Look at me when I'm talking to you." the wolf said. He placed a hand on my shoulder, but I shurgged it off and kept walking. Apparently, Butch was insistent on getting a reaction out of me, so he grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me along the ground to a secluded spot around the back of the school. The demon in disguise pulled out a firehose from behind an air conditioning system and pointed it at me.My eyes widened at this. Butch had gotten his victory, but he wasn't satisfied. "Where did you get that? You shouldn't have that!" I said. Butch just smirked and turned it on me I flinched as a beam of water shot towards me from the tube. I clenched my eyes shut, waiting for the pressure of the water to hit me like a fist, drenching my school clothes and backpack. It never came.I heard the bullies run and looked up. The water that should have been assaulting me was frozen in midair, inches from my fur. Regardless, I was fed up with these bullies, so I ran to find the principle.I found him in his office. He was a white tiger, like me, and he immediately recognized me."Hello, Fraco." the tiger said, "What is it this time?""Butch fired a firehose at me." I said."Well I don't see any moisture on you." he said immediately, skeptical as ever."That's because the water froze inches before it touched my fur!""Oh, come on now. That's a ludicrous excuse." the principal dismissed."But it's true, Dad!" I yelled."Don't yell at me!" my dad immediately yelled, slamming his hands on the desk. I flinched slightly, but I was used to it. "And what did I say about calling me 'Dad' in school?""Sorry, Principal Bengo." I mumbled."Now get out. I don't want to hear anymore about Butch." he said, sending me out. I made sure to slam the door.The day went on despite that incident. I eventually got home and, having finished all of my homework at school, ate a quick dinner before going to bed early. I was unnaturally tired today.That night, I dreamt of amazing things. I saw myself shooting ice out of my hand, freezing everyone who tortured me. I also saw new ways to fight, and how to counter most attacks. I awoke natuarally that morning, feeling somwhat smarter. As I did wake up, I noticed my father walking down the hall. Luckily, I had awoken before he left. I can actually talk to him now."Dad, wait!" I called. He stopped after hearing me."What is it, Fraco? I have to go." he asked with impatience."I just wanted to know: why do you treat me like this?" I asked. "Am I not enough for you? Was I a disappointment because I'm small? Are you embarrassed of me?" My voice got louder as I said these until I was shouting. "Why do you treat me like garbage, Dad?" I was near tears."Oh, come on now, Draco." Dad started, kneeling and placing his hands on my shoulders, "You know I love you."I wriggled out of his grasp. "You have a shitty way of showing it." I hissed."Watch your mouth!" he shouted."No! I will never do anything you ask of me ever again!" I practically screamed."You will respect me, I am your father!" He swung a punch at my face, but I caught it out of a strange, newfound reflex. It seemed as though time stood still as I responded to the attempt with a kick to his chest hard enough to send him crashing into the sofa in our living room. Frightened, he scrambled to his feet and left the house. I, meanwhile, was terrified of the power I just displayed. Trying to brush it off, I got ready for school and got there fairly early. I was far too shocked to be having any other emotions, so I was on edge as I sat down on an empty bench near the front of the school."Hey, fagtard." I heard. I recognized the voice as Butch's. That, and his insults always involved accusing someone of some sort of faggotry. "Why are you sitting on my bench?""Piss off, Trash Breath." I growled."Excuse you?" I heard inches from my left before my reflexes told me to stand up. Sure enough, Butch was
about to grab me, and I dodged it by standing up."Look, I'm not in the mood for this. In fact, I never was, so could you mature a little and stop being such an insensitive idiot?" I growled."Now you're gonna get it, Bengo." he swung a punch in my direction, but my immediate reaction was to backstep, dodging it."Nice try, but I seem to have woken up this morning with a few new tricks." I taunted. I switched into a fighting stance. Butch growled and ran at me, beginning to swing punches furiously. I dodged and blocked them until I had and opening and punched him once in the chest. He grunted upon impact and fell to his knees, coughing. I watched in surprise as ice spread from the point of contact until butch was an ice sculpture. At this time, my dad showed up."Fraco! What are you doing?" he yelled. My anger having possession of my actions, I immediately got in his face."I'm defending myself, for once!" I yelled, my unnaturally high-pitched-for-my-age voice making it hard to sound menacing."When I told you to man up, this isn't what I meant!" Dad countered."Then what do you mean? This is too much! Before wasn't enough! What will it take to get the approval of my own father?" I asked in desperation."I refuse to be associated as your father anymore. We aren't even blood-related." my father said grimly."What do you mean?" I asked, caught off guard."I mean you're adopted, and I refuse to call you son anymore." he clarified. "In addition, you're suspended for a week. Please leave."The week went by slowly. I spent it being angry at everything, my new tormentor becoming myself. I spent most of my time staring at the wall, since my dad, or rather, Mr. Bengo, wanted me as miserable as possible. My adopted mom found out what my dad had said and tried to apologize for him, saying that she didn't want me to find out like this. I just shrugged her off. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone at the time. The only time I even left my room during that week was to eat meals. I even began to wear diapers I had leftover from a couple years ago, when I went through a stage during the summer where I had trouble making it to the bathroom. This was just to avoid my father as much as possible and to simultaneously get back at him, since he collected my trash every day.My anger slowly replaced itself with sadness once again as I realized how alone I truly was. I began to long for a way to escape this world, but considered suicide
to be the wrong path.First day back to school, I had to wear a diaper under my pants. I had gotten too used to not holding it in, so it was necessary. Everyone was whispering about me. They mentioned that I was a monster, that I was the one who hospitalized Butch. I ignored them and sat alone on a bench, my sadness being my only company. That was, until a tiger sat next to me."Excuse, but are you Fraco?" he inquired."Who's asking?" I shot back, looking him up and down. He radiated an aura of caring nature, seeming like a guy who takes care of kids a lot or has a bunch of pets. His fur was near identical to mine apart from him having black stripes. He was also taller than me by at least a foot."I'm Frostbite Subzern, I was wondering if you were Fraco, because I have things I need to ask him." he said. I noticed that his eyes were the same as mine, and he had white hair swept to his left with streaks of light blue."Yes, I'm him." I said, avoiding sounding interested."You were the one who froze Butch, yes?" he asked. I nodded sulkenly. "Are those powers relatively new?" Another nod. "Are you, by chance adopted?" I nodded again. "Do you know anything about your real family?" I shook my head. "Also, are you wearing a diaper?""Hey!" I exclaimed. Hopefully no one heard. "Dude, some things are beyond private.""Not to brothers. It appears that you're exactly who I was looking for.""What?""I never knew this until last week, but when I was three, you were born to my mother. However, you were kidnapped when she was leaving the hospital with you. No matter how long the authorities searched, they couldn't find you. So, when I gained the ability to teleport between dimensions, I began searching for you. My mother was dismayed that I was doing this, but I knew I would find you!""What are you talking about?" I asked. Then it dawned on me. "Wait, we're brothers? I have a family?" Frostbite nodded. I began to cry, falling into my brother's arms as he stroked my back."Tell me," Frostbite began, "do you like wearing diapers? Like, is it a choice?" I noticed that his voice sounded more echoed. I looked up to see we were in a white void of a place with just the bench underneath us.I sniffled. "I do, actually. It's great, and I mainly started wearing them again to spite my adopted father.""I heard. Information gets around your
town very quickly.""Since we're brothers," I started, "can you...I dunno...baby me? Like, only if you want to. I need it...badly.""I've seen your history in the way the townspeople commented about you. I would love too. You deserve it." Frostbite said. "Now, let's start by getting you out of this soggy diaper."