For now, he just becomes more introspective about his life

CONTENT WARNING THIS SCENE GETS DARK AND CONTAIN PHYSICAL **** OF A FAMILIAL KIND AND SLURS

As soon as he David got inside his house, he went over to kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. His hand was shaking uncontrollably making even holding the glass steady far more difficult than it should otherwise be. He tried taking some long deep breaths before finally gulping down the water. Now he was refreshed he decided he needed to calm himself. Sitting down, he slowly counted to thirty, like his Therapist had suggested when he was stressed out. Well that was before he opted to give up on that. Much like how he gave up everything. it bothered him since David knew that Therapist had been making progress, but it was common. As soon as people got close he started pulling away. It was not even cost with the Therapist, it was that he truly thought that it wasn't worth it. After all the radio was always telling him Shrinks were charletans. Why believe anything they said. Still the counting thing was good when he ended up in panic attack, so slowly he started.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...

Feeling himself gradually relaxing, he sighed, but continued.

14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30...

Finishing the count, he smiled, laughing at how stupid he had been to be worried, there was nothing wrong with him in the least, no reason to worry.

With that, David head back into the living and switched on the Exercise Bike once more, climbing back on he this time figured would go for more relaxing ride. No inclines, just a way to burn some of that fat and gain some muscle. Placing his feet on the pedals, he start up the program, noticing once again the annoying notification flashing in red.

Still he refused to read it and immediately closed it over.

Finally able to start, he found himself remembering more repressed memories.

This time he was younger thing is he had no memory of this. But he instictively knew when it was. The whole thing was like a dream he could walk around but not interact with himself. He could see himself. He also knew Mother and Father were out. Watching himself he realized this was his parent's room and his younger self was simply pacing nervously, why could he not remember this? Finally his younger self seemed to make a decision and went over to the drawers.

Puzzled, David watched.

As his younger self pulled open the drawer he dug out some clothing. David moved closer watching as his younger self lift up some of his Mother's clothes, a dress, women's underwear, and a blouse.

Wait, what was going on why could David not remember this, he felt immediately nervous even afraid.

Not paying to himself, he raked his mind, why did he feel such a colossal dread right now? Why could he not remember this?

Ever had that feeling, that belief something terrible about to take place? Imagine seeing a Doe as a hunter and knowing you are about to shoot it, that is what this unerring horror felt like. David was just waiting for the snap.

Turning back to himself, he saw them looking in the mirror and smiling, the clothes did not fit him well, but he did not seem to care, he seemed so full of profound joy.

Had he forgotten a happy memory, then he heard it, long before himself, footsteps coming up the stairs.

He tried to yell, knowing this was bad, that he must warn himself, but found his younger self, not hearing. He yelled out, "David, stop, PLEASE LISTEN!"

The door swung open and he remembered, he remembered exactly what - he heard the voice, "DAVID, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GET OVER HERE!"

The hunter found their prey, David looked up like the Doe and shivered nervously, looking a mixture of mortified and horrified, still he came over.

David turned away unable to watch, his mind remembering it all, his father words being punctated by cruel sounds, "ARE YOU SOME SORT OF FAGGOT? THINK YOU ARE PRETTY, YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS, NO SON OF MINE WILL BE A FAGGOT!" then came the hits, and more...

Each hit made him wince but he was unable to watch, only crying out the void, "I WAS A FUCKING CHILD, YOUR CHILD, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" no answers obviously, but screaming at the past felt better than just wallowing in despair.

He remembered it all so clearly now, and worse thing now he remembered why his Mother and Father had started fighting. It was because she wanted to protect him.

Because soon she would come back, to younger David almost dead and be rushed to the hospital.

Worse thing if she had not come back, he likely would be dead, his memories in the ER had anxious doctor's and nurses over him.

The memory ended, and David just stared into the dim room, tears in his eyes, why had he ever looked up to that man?