Haunted Memories
Chapter 1: Deaths Door
Hiya guys. Yes I'm still writing Merlin. This story seems to be complete, yet I wrote it last year so I haven't a clue. Hope you likey. Please review?
I cower in the corner of my small blue room. I shouldn't be crying, after all, they punish me for it. I don't know how they can beat a tiny 7 year old, me for instance. I heard feet on the stairs, slow but heavy. I needed to hide, but he came home drunk. My Father hates me. I am an only child. My mother loves me, but she knows to stay well clear when my father comes home.
"NICHOLAS!" My father screamed. I stayed small in the corner, my tears about to run. My door rattled as he tried to find then door handle. Let's just say that my father is mortal. "NICHOLAS OPEN THIS BLOODY DOOR RIGHT NOW!" He screamed. I stood up and wiped my tears away, holding them back, trying to show my bravery. I stood tall and took a deep breath. I opened my door and the landing light shone through. He paused, his black pupils tiny with drink, the smell of vodka on his breath. The cigarette smoke clung to his clothes. I froze, but took five steps back. He came, hand raised.
"M-Mommy." I cried quietly. I heard a loud whine, followed by a door swinging open. Mommy thundered across the landing, crying her eyes out.
"I won't let you hurt him! Leave him Craig!" Mommy cried, trying to pull my father away. My father turned around and punched my mom in the eye.
"You shut up Molly. I'll do anything I want to him!" Father replied. He pushed my Mom back into her room and blocked the door. I felt a tear drop. He turned and his menacing smile slid onto his face.
"Now Now, Nicholas. Remember what I told you about crying?" He smirked, edging slowly towards me. I nodded and wiped my tears away. I looked down at my bare arms, covered in purple and yellow bruises. My chest held a scar, from when my Dad decided to run down that sharp bladed knife in the kitchen. I looked back up at his raised arm, ready to give me a beating. To be honest, I'm quite lucky, it's only the first one I have had in a week. Normally, I get it once a day. I backed away from him and I winced as he stepped closer, closing his hand, stinging my jaw. Tears filled my eyes, but I cracked my jaw back into place. I swallowed my tears and looked back at my dad. I screamed and backed away from him as he kicked my leg. He screamed at me and gripped my arms, hard. He shook me like a ragdoll, turning red in the face.
"Now you listen here laddie. Don't go blurtin' off to your friends at school about what I do to you. That includes teachers. You shut your mouth and do NOT say a word to anyone." He said, with each spit and each order he gripped my arms and shook me harder."Even if I die, I will come back to haunt your soul, you will not know what has hit you." He made one final hard grip, before he pushed me away, sending my flying. I bawled and whined as I flew back, toppling over my bed. I hit my head hard off the carpet floor. I blinked and held my breath, hoping not to scream, I've already screamed more than I should. I lay flat on my back, in an awkward position, my eyes blinking shut. I was lightheaded and my eyes were slightly unfocused. This didn't really mean anything to me. I had this done to me too many times before, to even notice the pain. I closed my eyes, sighing at the same time. Dad walked out, slamming my door shut, but it was opened 5 minutes later. Mommy picked me up, putting me into my bed. I looked up at her with weak, little eyes. She smiled down at me, stroking my soft curly hair.
"Nick, everything will be alright one day. Mommy and my Nicholas, we'll move out of this house, we'll run away, leave Daddy behind." She smiled, tears flowing down her face. She leaned forward, kissing my forehead, before she stood up straight and walked out.
I was woken up by screaming, the very same night. I opened my eyes slowly, noticing how black everything was. Ash landed on my skin, my hair, my bed. I kept my mouth covered. My door flung open. My scream was muffled by the sound of cackling flames. I could see the flames downstairs, slowly working its way around the house. Mommy rushed in and grabbed me in a blanket.
"It's alright my baby! Everything will be fine!" She whimpered. She picked me up, holding me close. She ran with me, down the stairs. The gateway of hell so it seemed. Suddenly, I heard something rumble. Mommy and I looked up to find the ceiling start to crumble.
"NO! YOU WILL BURN WITH ME!" Dad choked, holding my Mom back. I screamed as she fell over. I rolled out of her grip, my left arm landing in the flames. I whimpered and crawled away, back to my Mom, she needed my help.
"No Nicholas, go, run!" Mom cried as Dad started to drag her back into the flames. I crawled away, my tears flooding down, making clean line lines in my black face. I couldn't find the door, but the smashed windows should a repeated blue flash. I curled up and whimpered on the floor, the floor burning me. I choked, the smoke not doing me any good. A door flung open. I didn't scream at the man dressed in black. I knew I wasn't allowed. My tears dripped onto the floor, sizzling, evaporating. The man picked me up, seeing me straight away. He ran with me, knowing the building was going to go up. He made it outside, and out of the garden before the roof collapsed.
"NO! MOMMY! GET MY MOMMY!" I cried, choking with the black smoke which was covering my lungs. I closed my eyes, not able to take anymore. I knew, where ever my Mommy went, I would go too.