Makarov's neglected child part 1 part 2
The tests the doctors were putting you through were boring, and they lasted almost all day. They made you do math and read books out loud to them. They showed you all types of things and asked if you knew what they were. You didn't like all these questions, or all these people pushing you to do more stuff.
"Y/N, we need you to try and read this." The doctor, what's his name insists, sliding the small book in your direction. You grab it, throwing it across the room with a grunt.
"I don't want to! I want my Papa and I want to go home!" You shriek as you slink underneath the table, fighting back tears. You knew you shouldn't cry when people were around. Papa didn't like it when you cried. You hear the doctor trying to coax you out from under the table, but you cover your ears.
You don't have to listen to him. He isn't your Papa! Your Papa was gone, leaving you alone again until he remembered to check on you.
"Little one..." You jolt a little when you hear Simon's voice, looking up at him and tugging at the ends of your hair. Did they send him because you were in trouble? "What are you doing under there?"
"I don't want the stupid book! I don't want the tests!" You kick the chair in front of you, satisfied when it tips over with a loud bang. "This is stupid!"
"It is really stupid." Simon chuckles as he sits down on the floor with you. He sits the chair back upright, holding the back of it when you kick it again. "Just because it's stupid doesn't mean you can throw things or kick. You can use your words to tell us what's wrong, Y/N." You stare at him in surprise, tears filling your eyes at his stern tone.
He wasn't even yelling at you. You were used to being yelled at, so why was this making you cry? You hiccup and nod along to his words, squeezing your knees against your chest.
"What's wrong, kiddo? Hmm? Why are you crying now?" He prompts, making you huff and whine in annoyance. Simon just sits with you while you throw your fit. It only takes a few minutes for you to scoot out from under the table and curl up to Simon's side.
"I don't know what's wrong." You mumble as you wipe your tears away. "Is this my papa's fault?" You ask as you look up at Simon, chewing on your bottom lip. You always knew Papa didn't really love you. He took care of you or made sure someone else did, but he never truly cared about you. Simon rubs your back softly, nodding he head slowly.
"Yeah... Yeah, it is his fault. He's not a very good person. But we're going to take care of you, okay?" Simon assures softly, relieved when you don't start crying again.
"Can I watch TV with Kyle now?" You look up at Simon hopefully, cracking a smile when he nods his head. You lean into his side one more time before standing up and running off to find Kyle. Simon plucks the book off the floor and takes it to your room.