Screams could be heard from the house across the street, screams of pain, screams of fear.
Lea a green eyed red head was used to this the screams happened almost every night and every night he would see, the 8 year old bluette across the street he still yet to know his name but he saw him every time the window opened the boy was in pain he could tell, Lea himself was only 6 he didn't know what the screams meant but only watched and frowned before turning away and turning on a small TV in his room.
On the other side of the street a firm hand was placed on the blue haired boy's mouth to stop the screams, that that couldn't stop the pain as a leather belt was cast across his back and neck, as tears streamed down his pale skin blood flowed down his back as the older male left the boy's bed room to leave the boy, bleeding badly and crying as he cringed at the pain the pain, that his father had given him. He looked up to the window, he always seen that redheaded boy watching him.
He slowly shuts the window barely able to even get up and after his room was covered he curled up on the floor and cried at the pain. He didn't do anything and yet he was in pain, was this life? Was this all there was to it?