No one cares
about Freak
darkness…
cold…
it…hurts
Thoughts flickered through the small (disturbingly small) six-year-old boy as he drifted back into a painful awareness, his vivid green eyes dulled by pain and…something else.
A something that does not belong on any child's face, but yet was there, present on that broken boys face.
hurts...it hurts!
Small, chocked sobs wracked the poor boys frame and he turned on his side, trying to muffle the sound of his pitiful crying in a thin, ragged pillow.
His effort was in vain.
WHAM!!
Blinding light washed over the boys thin, malnourished body and he (terrified) cowered against the wall, hoping…praying…
please! please! I didn't mean to! I'll be good!
A huge, meaty hand shot out, grabbed the unfortunate child by the scruff of his neck and lifted his frail body up, face to face with His beady, enraged eyes.
"Freak! I thought I told you to be quiet!!"
Whimpering, the boy twisted and writhed in His grip, pleading and crying all the while.
"Shut up! Stop crying!"
WHAM!!
The boys head still ringing from the combined blow of His fist and his impact with the wall, the boy didn't hear His threats of a serious beating if the Freak made one sound.
THUD!!
Darkness descended again. But it was a comforting Darkness to the (silently) sobbing boy slumped against the wall. He knew there was nothing to fear from this Dark, he knew He wouldn't hurt him here.
The Light though…the Light hurt. He was in the Light and the Screech Woman and Pig Boy. They hurt Freak. They yelled and said mean things and told him that no one would care if he were to die.
He knew it was true, since They told him.
Still…
He wished that there were someone to comfort him, to tend to his open bleeding wounds of his body and heart.
But…
He knew that no one would come.
no cares about Freak
And so, the shattered little boy, who was only known as Freak, sobbed in the dark, alone, unloved, and hurting.
no one cares about Freak…