"P-please…" The pain. It was terrible. Why wouldn't it stop?!
"U-uncle…p-please! I'm sorry!" The pain continued as he apologized for things he didn't do.
As he lied on the floor he could see red, splattered like paint across the floor, the odor of vodka hung strong in the air as the beatings only got worse. When he finally couldn't take any more he screamed, voice broken and torn like his body. Suddenly it stopped, as if his yell was a signal. But then he heard it. That voice that send icy chills down his spine even as it trembled in agony.
"You vish for me to stop….da?" the voice asked, sounding eerily childish through slurred drunkenness.
He remained silent, afraid that he'd say something wrong and the thrashings would re-commence.
Violet orbs glistened in amusement. "You vish for it to end?"
"Y-yes…I-I mean…"
"Very vell, I vill end it for you, da?"
The words did nothing to comfort him. None of the things the towering man ever said were pleasant in the slightest. But at least he would stop the pain.
Or so he thought. The boy's eyes widened in horror as he saw the man suddenly grab an object from the corner. It was his pipe.
NO! No, no, no, no, god please no!
The red dried blood stains that coated it were easily visible, even in the dim light of the room. God, the feeling he received just from looking at it was like plunging into a tub of ice-water he couldn't escape from, chilling his his body to the bone, lungs constricting. His uncle's pipe was only for when he was in an especially bad mood, or when he got a little too into his beatings. It looked like this was one of those times. The last time he had used his pipe the boy had ended up in the hospital, and only because their neighbor had noticed the especially large bruise on his broken leg.
Knowing his uncle, this time he would not let anyone find out.
He swung, and all the boy could do was sit there, screaming in terror as the dull shining metal closed in…
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Toris bolted up from his pillow, which was currently dripping with sweat, panting as if he'd run a marathon. His normally calm face was clammy and wide-eyed. His semi-long hair clung to his face and neck.
Why the heck was he still dreaming about him? The teen slowly drew a hand up and covered his face in an attempt to calm himself down. He shouldn't have been having those dreams anymore. It'd already been two years since he had escaped.
Quickly Toris turned to his roommate. Feliks was, thankfully, still asleep, meaning that he hadn't been screaming throughout the nightmare. For the first few months he hadn't been able to help it, begging for mercy in the middle of the night to a person that wasn't even there. His dorm advisor had to give him his own room until it was determined that he could overcome these fits.
And eventually he did. But the pain was still there. He knew, it would always be there…
So what do ya think? At first I was afraid this would be maybe a bit too angsty to post, but then I figured, what the heck! XD
Just to let you know, this is basically like an introduction. The actual chapters should be much longer. :D
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