A/N: Please R&R as this is my first time doing something like this. Suggestions would be welcome, please let me know what you thought!
I wish words were like little toy guns.
No sting
No hurt
No bullet
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue.
I wish words were like little toy guns.
The screaming.
The words.
The hurt.
Jack cowered against the wall-
-No sting-
His father towering over him.
-No hurt-
Hiccup hid under his bed-
-Mom and daddy just won't stop it, fighting at the drop of a faucet-
As his mother screamed at his father in a drunken rage, glass shattering against the wall as it went sailing through the air, meant for his father-
-No kick from the trigger when you pull it-
Both boys showing up to school in cuts and bruises-
-Just a bang bang rolling off your tongue-
Finding solace in each other in those few hours together-
-Starts talking through the tears-
Slinking back home to another night of screaming, yelling, fighting-
-Leave the plastic pistols in the front yard-
Jack's father finding out about his boyfriend-
-I wish they didn't bang bang make you wanna run-
Hiccup's father throwing a bottle at the wall-
-I wish they didn't break you inside-
Jack's father beating him until his heart slowly stopped-
-Wish words were like little toy guns-
Hiccup's father shooting Hiccup's mother, then Hiccup, then himself-
-Like little toy guns-
No funeral for either boys-
-Just turn off all the noise-
Six feet under the ground with nobody to care-
-No sting-
-No hurt-
-No bullet-
-No pain-
-No damnation-
None of that where they are now-
Together in their own world.