A/N: this is a continuation of the chapter: "Wrong Guy" where Dick is bullied and sexually assaulted. This chapter deals with the aftermath and how Dick feels about it, and himself.
*Contains Self Harm!*

Dick was held up in his bedroom. After his breakdown, after the truth about what his teacher was doing to him came out, he just wanted to be left alone.

He felt ashamed and disgusting.

Whenever someone who come to check up on him, he could see the pity within their eyes, see the sadness clear as day.
Dick hated that look, the look of pity.

He felt worthless and a mistake. He was drowning and there seemed to be no escape for him.
So Dick remained held up inside his bedroom. He slept almost the entire day away, he just couldn't seem to be able to leave his bed.

Dick was lost.
Lost within himself.

Every time he would close his eyes he saw flashes of memories of his teacher. How frozen he was, how he was powerless.

The tears never seemed to stop flowing from his eyes.

At times he felt too much then there were times when he felt nothing.
He had became numb on the inside.

Slowly Dick became more lost, bit by bit his heart was shattering. His mind continued to throw out hurtful words that Dick now believed to be true.

Useless.
Nothing.
Unwanted.
Pathetic.
Stupid.
Worthless.
Unloved.
A charity case.
Unneeded.
Not important.
A loser.
A failure.

His nights he was haunted by nightmares, his dark room that now reflected how he was feeling inside was filled up with his screams.
Screams of fear, sadness and self hate.

No matter how many times Alfred brought food for him to eat he couldn't.
He couldn't get out of bed, couldn't eat, couldn't feel okay, and couldn't see a reason for living anymore.

No one could understand, no one could understand why.

He kept thinking that they all hated him, that he in some way let them down. He just couldn't face his father right now.

For he feared he would see in his father's eyes that he was a failure, that he was a disappointment, that Bruce was disgusted by him.

Dick also thought that Bruce would hate him and want him gone.
He wasn't good enough. He was strong enough, or brave enough because Dick was never enough and he would never be.

Feeling trapped and completely numb, Dick just needed to feel, to be in control of his feelings. To finally be in control of his body...his life.

So he cut, and cut.

Trying to kill the numbness inside, the darkness, the self hate and maybe eventually himself because he knew now that he was never ever going to be okay again. To be happy. To feel alright, everything was taken from him and he was lost...

Numb.

Broken.