Water was dripping leisurely from the cupboards roof.
Drip, drip, drip.
A small boy was studying the drops closely with dull eyes. Eyes, that once had been bright emerald and that had sparkled with amusement, were now a fading grey colour.
Drip, drip, drip.
His back ached from his uncle's latest beating, but there was nobody who cared. Nobody who saw.
Drip, drip, drip.
Tears were slowly forming in his eyes.
Drip, drip, drip.
Author's note: Just a very short one-shot which I came up with when my tap was dripping and I couldn't get it out of my head. So here it is. Please review.
