A/N: I just needed to get this out of my head before any more ideas/prompts began to pile up in my head. This was inspired by a comment on a video on Youtube for Heavy Rope by LIGHTS; the song also was a part of the inspiration. Attach watch?v=qz35ctVFZSQ to Youtube's URL and maybe listen to the song.

I do not own. Warning for child abuse and death.

The darkness didn't use to scare Blaine; he was okay with it before. Sometimes he liked not being able to see, just to use his voice and hear it echo in the silence of his room. He liked the silence of his room, he liked it a lot.

Six year old Blaine Anderson was stuck in the precipice. He stayed silent, waiting for someone to pull a rope down so he could get up instead of wailing for help. He was going to fall off soon – the face of the cliff's rocks crumbling underneath his toes, the way slippery but rough.

Six year old and mute-but-not-really-mute Blaine Anderson tried to find a light in the dark when things got eerie and too strange. His father once had kicked open his door, yellow light slipping in Blaine's room before Daddy Anderson stumbled in and kicked it close again. The smell of the room was now funny, but Blaine didn't laugh. As cold hands handcuffed his, there was nothing to laugh about. There never was.

Six year old and a half Blainey was afraid, shaken. The shadows crept around always. The cemetery outside spooked Blainey out. Everything spooked him out. There was nothing to hold on to; bed only comforting yet the mattress was thin. He didn't know the days and he didn't know laughter. The rain knocked on his windows, but he didn't dare open them. He didn't dare open them to anyone and anything that might as well be a monster.

But seven year old Blaine was sad, mad, confused, and lost. A little boy wasn't so little when his world was scary. Was Daddy Anderson a monster? Was he even his Daddy? The knees Blaine knelt on were black and blue, hitting the wooden floor. He prayed to the angels, wanting to play safe and be safe. But they never answered little Blainey not so little anymore.

Muffled shouts on the other side of his bedroom door rang in his ears and made him scratch the walls. He howled. But whenever he did, Daddy would take him and put him in confined spaces where nothing was as sharp as Daddy's ghoulish words and spanks.

Come bail me out of his God-forsaken precipice.

The trailer was found empty in the middle of the forest. Seven and a half Blaine Anderson's body was discovered on the blood-smeared floor. The smile on his young face wasn't so dead, and maybe death was the best for him.

He was free. The beautiful lad in the body of a corpse.