That night the sky was painted jet black and no star could escape the cover of the drab clouds. A boy was walking home alone from the train station. His clothes were soaked from the pounding rain and the smell of smoke and cheap alcohol clung to him.
Probably just more of the same shit again tonight.
The boy kicked a stone which flew toward the closed door of the corner convenience store.
Nyaa!
A charcoal-colored cat jumped out from seemingly nowhere, dashed across the street and disappeared into the darkness.
Weird cat.
As the boy rounded the corner he noticed a small crack in the glass door of the convenience store. The edge of his mouth curled upward.
Fifty points.
Further down the street and a few minutes later the boy came to a halt in front of a door. The brown door with decorated glass panels and a brass doorknob was completely ordinary, except for the fact that it was unlocked and slightly open.
Something is wrong.
Ta-dum. Ta-dum.
The boy gave the door a slight push and it slowly creaked open. An unknown fear made its way down his back and into his now trembling legs.
Ta-dum. Ta-dum.
His eyes scanned the brightly lit kitchen and dining room.
His fears were soon cemented when he saw the glittering pieces of broken glass gleaming on the floor. Trembling something fierce he forced one foot in front of the other.
And then he saw her.
She was lying curled up in a pool of her own blood.
Time stood still and in that instant, the boy’s heart pounded against his ribcage, louder than the rain beating against the window panes.
Ma~
He was breathless, shaking while his wide eyes were filled up with tears.
“Mama?!”
N-no! This can’t~
“MAMA! Please, Mama, p-please!”
He ran to her side.
Hot tears gushed down his cheeks. He wished so bad that this was a nightmare, one that he would wake up from soon but he knew it wasn’t.
“NO!” he cried out.
He knew.
Deep inside he knew this was going to happen, just like he knew exactly who did this.
The boy was on his knees holding his mother in his arms. “NO!” he cried out again. Her body felt lifeless and cold. Rocking back and forth he gently stroked her hair out of her face to reveal her beauty, hidden behind the bruises.
“M-mama? Mama p-please wake up!”
He went numb from the sheer amount of pain that coursed through his body.
I’ll kill him…
Softly he let his mother back down on the floor.
I’m gonna KILL HIM!
He pulled out his cell phone, dialed the emergency services number and left the phone on the floor next to his mother.
Covered in blood, the boy pulled himself up from the floor. His mind went blank, tears dried up and his sadness turned to pure rage.
Ta-dum. Ta-dum.
His heart hammering against his ribcage, demanding to be set free. He couldn’t think straight but knew exactly where he was walking to. He knew who hurt his mother and he knew exactly what he was going to do to him.
Ta-dum. Ta-dum.
In the living room, his stepfather was sitting in his usual chair. His arm was hanging off the side of the chair holding a glass of whiskey. He was just watching television as if nothing has happened.
The boy felt sick with hate and resentment rumbling in his stomach.
I’m gonna fucking kill you!
AARRGH!
Screaming, the boy ran towards his stepfather and flung his body towards him with all the might he could muster. They both rolled off the chair and slammed against the floor. The boy struggled his way on top and landed a heavy blow to his stepfather’s face but the older man was stronger and quickly pushed the boy back down onto the floor, holding him down by his throat.
“Oh look! It’s the bitch’s little bastard boy! Ahahahah. You’re too late you little mutt.”
The boy struggled to get loose but his stepfather was just too strong.
This guy is crazy! I need to get out before he kills me.
Just then, out the corner of his eye, he saw the whiskey glass on the floor not too far from him.
That’s it! I just need to~
He stretched out his arm and grabbed hold of the glass. Just as his stepfather was about to say something he swung his arm as hard as he could. The glass smashed into pieces on his stepfather’s head and the sharp pieces stabbed them both but at least he could get free of his stepfather’s grip.
Again the boy charged at his stepfather and tackled him to the ground. With all the strength he could muster he landed blow after blow on his face. The older man smiled, revealing his blood covered teeth.
“Ahahah, You are gonna join your bitch mother boy!” he said as he spat blood on the boy’s face. “And then I’m gonna find that little sister of yours and teach her a lesson too! Ahahahah.”
The boy froze. Horror running down his face.
*No! *
Is she okay? Where is she?!
I need to go find her.
He got up and turned around to leave the room. At that moment he couldn’t care less about the excuse of a man laying on the living room floor. The boy broke into a run. He was desperate and he knew the only thing that mattered was finding his little sister and getting her to safety.
Getting her far away from this place.
BANG!
He felt his body getting extremely heavy.
Pulling him to the floor.
Dancing lights were swirling in front of him.
And then all color drained from the world, to be replaced with silent darkness.
And then there was nothing.
