This the start of a story that I’ve nearly finished. It’s about a 9 year old boy who was abused, not sexually, which brings about his twisted alter ego, Tommy…
Scott Harpers parents never loved him, they said they did but locking a six year old kid in his bedroom while they went out and got drunk wasn’t really love. He’d sit and draw pictures of a boy, well, it was more of a stick figure, and use a black crayon to draw a cloud above his head. He had one particular friend that would stay with him… He always did and he never left him, no one else could see him, he was Scotts friend, and no one elses.
Scotts parents would come back drunk from where ever they had been and fall through his bedroom door. He could smell the stench of booze on their breaths. His dad would say that Scott was a good boy for being brave by staying in on his own, while his mum was the opposite and be nasty towards him. He remembered her once saying that he was ‘ just a little shit who should be able to take care of himself’ and then she would tear up his pictures and throw them at him. He still loved her because she was his Mum but he hated her at the same time.
They would turn out his bedroom light, close the door and lock it leaving Scott in the dark, then they would put some music on, drink more alcohol. Sometimes his Mum would scream like a banshee while they fucked in their bedroom that was opposite to his. He used to drown out the sound by wrapping a pillow around his head and he’d hide under the dirty blankets that were piled up on his bed and fall asleep while dreaming of being somewhere else.
This went on for years and Scott knew more than any child of his age should, but, people either turned a blind eye to the neglect that was going on at home or at least no one ever questioned it.
Three Years Later.
At school he felt even more alone, all the other kids used to pick on him because he wore hand me downs from the charity shops. He never had the branded foot wear or designer labels on his clothes like the rest of the other children, he was like a walking advert for the under privileged. Most of the other kids used to pick on him and beat him up on a daily basis but there was one child who tried making friends with him, Wendy Phelps was her name, Scott would sometimes say hello to Wendy but the conversation never blossomed into much more than that. Wendy felt sorry for Scott and knew that he used to hide in one of the cupboards, that was situated under one of the school stairways, and cry. The cupboard was his little place of sanctuary away from the little shits that made his life a living Hell. Scott was becoming even more withdrawn, he never spoke to anyone at school, in fact he spoke more to his imaginary friend than he did to real people… At least ‘he’ didn’t mock him.
The day came when Scott, who was Nine years old at this point, finally snapped after one of the bullies had spat in his face and then pushed him to the ground. He could hear the voice of his imaginary friend telling me to hurt him.
“Make him pay, don’t let him get away with it… Hurt him, hurt him really bad!” The voice repeated this over and over until Scott did exactly as the voice in his head had instructed him to do.
While the boy was stood over Scott, he kicked him straight in the balls and the bully fell to the ground. While he was laid on the floor Scott sat on the boys chest and grabbed his hair with both hands and started to pound his head into the ground, the other children were screaming and shouting at him to stop but he could still hear the voice telling him to keep going, eventually a teacher pulled Scott off of him and the bully laid there, unconscious, in a pool of his own blood. He was badly hurt but Scott felt nothing, no sympathy, no remorse… It actually made him feel good. It was at that point that he got his first ‘taste’ of blood. Scott was marched to the head teachers office and told to explain himself about the incident.
“Scott, you do realise that what you have just done is very serious, what do you have to say for yourself?” Asked the teacher, Miss Henkshall, not quite knowing what to do with him.
“The boy spat at me and pushed me over, so ‘he’ said that the boy had to pay for what he had done to me,” Came Scotts reply.
“Who said he had to pay, Scott, who told you to hurt him, was it one of the other boys?” The teacher, asked looking rather puzzled.
“It was my friend, Tommy, he told me to hurt him. He said that he had to pay and that he shouldn’t push me around like that… I like him, we talk a lot at night when my parents go out. He tells me not to be afraid of the dark when the lights are turned out.” replied Scott.
“Scott, Who’s Tommy, I’d like to speak to him, he shouldn’t be telling you to do things like this.” The teacher had never even heard of Scotts ‘friend’ Tommy.
“Tommy doesn’t want to talk to you, he says that you’re going to get me in trouble and that you’ll stop me being friends with him!” Snapped Scott. It was at that point the teacher knew that something wasnt quite right with him. There was no student in the school named Tommy.
“Its ok Scott, I’m not going to get you in trouble or stop you from being friends with Tommy, I promise, could you show me who he is… Please.” Said the teacher. Scott stayed silent for a few seconds.
“Ok, but you have to be friendly to him or he gets angry.” He Said.
“I promise. I’ll be very friendly to him.” Replied the teacher, not knowing exactly what to expect.
Miss Henkshall sat in her chair half expecting someone to walk into her office, she just sat and smiled at Scott.
“Well, aren’t you going to talk to him, he’s standing right next to me!” Exclaimed Scott. The teacher didn’t know if he was being serious to start with or whether this was just his way of trying to get out of trouble but Scott sat in his chair and stared straight at the teacher, it was a stare that sent a shiver down her spine so she just played along with Scotts ‘little game’.
“Hello Tommy, I’m Miss Henkshall, its very nice to meet you. You know what you told Scott to do was wrong, dont you?” She said, feeling rather awkward knowing that there was no one there.
Scott leant forward and turned his head to one side as though someone was whispering into his ear.
“Tommy said that the boy deserved it and that I’d done good… He said that he deserved to suffer.” Said Scott, believing everything that ‘Tommy’ had said to him.
“Tommy, the boy could have been seriously injured, you shouldn’t tell Scott to do things like that… It’s very wrong, you do know that don’t you?” Said Miss Henkshall, more directing it towards to Scott rather than towards the figment of Scott imagination. Scott leant forward once again as though someone was whispering to him.
“He said yes, he knows it was wrong but that bastard deserved it and he should have been aborted before being born… Tommy really doesn’t like that boy.” Scott replied.
Miss Henkshall sat there in stunned silence at what she had just heard, she was now convinced that Scott had some real mental issues.
Miss Henkshall rang Scotts parents to explain what had happened.
“Hi, is this Mrs Harper.” Asked Miss Henkshall.
“Well, yes obviously, you’ve just dialed my number, who else did you expect to answer the phone!” Snarled Scotts mum. She was a real charmer with a venomous tougne and a shitty attitude to go with it.
“This is Miss Henkshall, Scotts head teacher. I’m afraid there’s been a very serious incident at school involving Scott and another boy.” Miss Henkshall said, fighting the urge not to tell her there and then to go and ‘fuck right off!!’.
“What’s the little shit stain done now… That boy isn’t worth the effort!” She said with real hate in her voice.
“Could you come to the school straight away please as I’d like to discuss Scotts strange behaviour with you, I’m very concerned with some of the things he’s been saying.” she said through gritted teeth.
“If I must.” She replied and with that she slammed down the phone.
“Its ok Tommy, mum will be here soon and she’ll take me home then we can go and play in my room.” Said Scott.
Miss Henkshall had heard what Scott had said to ‘Tommy’ and decided to ask Scott a little about his life at home.
“Scott, could I ask you a question, on your own without Tommy?” She asked, while winking at him.
“Sure, Tommy has gone now, he’ll be back later when Mum and Dad go out.” He replied.
“Scott, can I ask who Tommy is?” She asked.
“He’s my best friend, he takes care of me when Mum and Dad leave me in the house at night.” Came Scotts reply.
“Do they leave you alone very often or does someone come and look after you when they go out?” She enquired.
“When they go out they lock me in my room so I’m safe should anything happen..Thats when Tommy comes and talks to me,” Replied Scott
“Can you see Tommy, what does he look like, what things does he say to you, Scott?” Asked Miss Henkshall
“I’ve never seen him but I know he’s there because he talks to me, sometimes he makes me laugh and sometimes he tells me to do things that are bad… But thats ok because we’re best friends and he never tells on me” He said.
“What bad things has he told you to do? You can tell me, you won’t get into any trouble, I promise” She said, trying to reassure Scott.
“You promise that I won’t get into any trouble, Tommy will be real mad if he finds out” Scott said.
“I promise… And Tommy doesn’t need to know, right.” Came her reply, not knowing what Scott was about to say.
“One time, Mum and Dad brought home a kitten for me to play with for when they went out but Tommy didn’t like it, he said that they were trying to stop us being friends and that wasn’t fair. He said that the kitten had to go.” Said Scott.
“What happened to the kitten, did you stop playing with it?” Miss Henkshall asked.
“Tommy said that we should get rid of it and that no one else should have it. One night, while Mum and Dad were out, he told me put the kitten in the mirowave and turn it on, on full power, the kitten made all sorts of funny noises. After being in there for a few minutes it stopped crying… It smelled funny as well. Tommy said that what I’d done was Ok and that we’d be friends forever. Mum and Dad came home and found the kitten in the microwave, that’s when they started locking me in my room, but Tommy always stayed with me like he said he would.” Scott replied.