Chapter 1: Is he dead?
"Come out here" yelled a man rampaging around the house in search for someone.
The child pressed himself harder against the closet doors, he was scared for like the 50th time in the year he had had this foster parent. He whimpered as he heard Mr Gor enter the room he was hiding in. The closet swung open to reveal the terrified 5 year old boy.
"That'll teach you to hide from me" the mans hand came out and struck the young boy across the face. The kid fell backwards and hit his head hard on the closet wall. He looked at Mr Gor through half-open eyes filled with tears of pain. The bruise on his left cheek had started to burn again. His head felt as if it were swimming in blood and he had lost all feeling in his mouth except for the fact that he could taste blood from the rooftop of it. A foot came out of nowhere and kicked him hard in the side. He bit his bottom lip to try not to show fear but it was too late. He could see the terror in his eyes from a mirror behind Mr Gor's figure. Slowly the child fainted.
The child woke up exactly where he had fainted. He looked in the mirror and gasped in horror. Dry blood was all over his face and matted in his hair. Both his eyes were bruised and his cheek was completely black. His right arm felt broken and he could hardly move his legs. He staggered to his feet and almost collapsed again. He saved himself from grabbing onto a door handle attached to the closet door. He looked around the rest of the room. Mr Gor was nowhere in sight.
The boy struggled into the hall and to the door. He opened it and basically fell outside. He raised his head to look around and saw that police were standing around his house. People stood on the sidewalk watching a police car on the curb. Mr Gor was being dragged by 3 police men to the car. He turned around suddenly and saw the kid standing there and his eyes blazed with anger.
"YOU BASTARD" he struggled to get to the child as the child fell to his knees from exhaustion. The boy started coughing up more blood from the wound that had reopened on the roof of his mouth. He felt sick as the red stuff splashed onto the pavement. Tears started to mix with it as everyone around him started to talk among themselves.
"That monster"
"He did that"
"The kids no more than 5"
The kid could hardly hear any of this. It took all his strength to stay alive, let alone listen to people whispering around him.
Suddenly he was being picked up by one of the police officers. He fainted again.
"Is he dead"
"What's gonna happen to him"
"Is he still alive?"
"How could anyone do that much damage to a child?"
"He's dead right?"
The little boy heard all this going on around him as he lay on his back. He couldn't even hear himself breathing. Am I dead?
He struggled to get up and heard gasps all around him. A group of people were suddenly right next to him. The one dressed in a blue robe had a needle and the kid struggled to sit up properly as the needle started to come towards his arm.
"No, no, keep it away" he tried to push it away and one of the woman smiled kindly at him.
"It'll help dear, we don't wanna hurt you"
"NO, keep it away, I'll be good. I PROMISE!" the boy tried to shout but it came out in a raspy sort of voice.
"What's your name sweetie" asked another woman and the child panted heavily.
"Tommy"