Author's Note: Written for the Newsies Pape Selling Competition- Season Two, Circulation One.
Team: Newsies of New York.
Assignment Two: Assignment Two: Write about a newsie who is trapped by an incident in their lives and can't get away from it. Any newsie can be used here, and any situation you feel is needed can be used to be their "chains".
Word Count: 1409
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies
The boy had just come home from school and doing errands. The inside was poorly lit, and a little difficult to see. Nothing could be heard except the small pitter-patter of his footsteps. He took an apple from the dining table and turned the corner. Usually, his father could be seen in the big chair taking a nap or reading a newspaper. But he wasn't there that night.
The boy moved on to the bedroom, wondering if he was there instead. It was tiny and only had enough space for a bed and a dresser, and almost no light would shine through. Very few people would want to spend too long in there. But tragedy had recently struck the family- the boy's mother had passed away. The room had turned from cramped to cozy, and her husband and child spent a lot more time cooped up in there. It was comforting to be in the peace and quiet.
The boy opened the door, causing an awkward creaking sound. He starting pushing it more slowly, not wanting the sound to disturb his father (should he be there.) Through the damp shadows, he could see something on the floor. Walking closer, it appeared to be a figure, facedown on the floor. The boy thought that his father must've just rolled off of the bed. He turned him over. He was alarmed to see a deep, red, gash in his father's chest. His shirt was stained with red, a knife was curled in his hands and his lifeless eyes stared back at his son.
The boy could barely understand what had happened. He couldn't believe that his father was dead, and the idea hadn't fully set in. Every part of his brain was trying to say it wasn't true, even though he knew that was a lie. His bones stiffened and he felt really weird. He couldn't stop staring at the injury, and he got panicked and scared.
A thin layer of blood trickled in a line on the floor and it nearly made him stick to his stomach, knowing where it came from. His skin started to crawl and his shoulders tensed up. It looked so gross and strange, and there was so much of it. He had seen blood before, but not like that, and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. He was just frozen, staring at it. It was the only thing he could focus on. He wanted to get away, but somehow, he just couldn't.
Finally, the neighbors found him. The police took him away. He said a final goodbye to his home and father. And yet, the only thing he could think about for two days, was blood.