Blood, mentions of abuse, self loathing.
Wallace stared at himself in the mirror.
His large freckled hands were clenched tightly into fists.
He was usually told that he looked a lot like his mother, the same fiery red hair, freckles, even the same eyebrows.
He and his eldest uncle and namesake, Walter share the same large nose and vicious personality.
He does have quite the resemblance of his poppa, they have the same strong jawline, the same dark skin (even though Wallace's skin is a bit lighter due to his mother being light-skinned), even the same smile.
While some say he has his poppa's green eyes, Wallace thinks that he has the green eyes from his other uncle, Kanduu. It's fucking obvious ! They share that same glimpse. It doesn't matter if his poppa and his uncle share the same bloody eyecolor ! All that matters is that he shares his uncle's eyes...
AND HE FUCKING HATED IT !
He hates his eyes, he FUCKING hates them ! Out of all the things Wallace hates about his appearance, it had to be his eyes. He didn't even have a problem with his large abnormal nose. He just DESPISES those pair of dark green eyes he has.
Some say that they like his eyes the most, that they're beautiful, that they wish that they have those same eyes he has.
What sane human being wants the same eyes as the man whose eyes only gleamed with hatred and coldness ?! What sane human being wants to share the same eyes as the monster who RUINED his own nephews' lives ?! What sane human being wants to be born with the same eyes as the man who made his and his siblings' life MISERABLE ?!
Fuck, not even a JACKED UP human being wants that !
Wallace didn't know how long he stared at himself in the mirror.
But he couldn't take it anymore.
Raising one freckled fist, he swung it right into his reflection's eye.
The mirror let out a loud SHATTER as soon as the man's fist made contact with the glass.
Heavily breathing, the ginger looked at his bloodied fist, covered in glass shatters.
He just ripped the glass shatters off his hand. He ignored the pain and the bleeding as he tossed the bloody glass shatters into the trash can.
With an angry huff, Wallace Mahar turned on his heel and made his way to the hallway.
He slammed the door on his way out.
A family picture fell and shattered.