It happened slowly, the soft light rain on the worm ground, the diet becoming muddy. The fist hitting his face, the cold damp air on his worm skin, the browses on his face, the hot blood on his lips, the sickly gooeyness of it on his skin. He reached his hand out and let the cool rain hit his abused skin. How had it come to this? How had his world fallen so far? He had thought. but then again maybe that was the problem, he had thought.
The day had started like most days, he had work relay in the morning, no later than may be 6 am. He had showered and had his coffee. Then fixed breakfast for the rest of the house by 7 his aunt was working into the kitchen bleary eyed and looking for coffee, pleasantries were exchanged and then he was out the door, and on his way to work. Work was slow and boring like most days. however pay was good and not many people were really will to hire him because of what his family had told people about him.
It wasn't until he had returned home from work that things started going wrong. His uncle had been drinking again but that was to be expected, he started on dinner as his aunt was helping his cousin and most nights he cooked anyway he didn't really know why he just did.
Things had been better this summer; his cousin had been nicer to him. his aunt looked like she had just had plastic surgery, and was a lot nicer, pulse his cousin had lost a lot of wate, things were awesome. Except his uncle who had been getting more and more angry it was after dinner that it happened, he had been putting out the trash when shit hit the fan. his uncle followed him, the next thing he knew his uncle was on him fists were flying blood was flowing and clothing was ripped than more blood was flowing his heart stopped pumping and his uncle stop fighting as his uncle hit the ground he heard footsteps and his name from his aunts lips. "Harry what have you done?".