The black streets of New York City were quieter then they were during the day, when cars and taxis and buses of all sorts filled the streets with traffic. All the buildings were standing still with a few lit windows here and there. The street lit with street lamps that lined the black strips of asphalt. People on the street were heading home from a long day of work. It was perfectly peaceful.

"Trent John Charleston!" A strict, mother's voice is heard, breaking the peaceful mood of the street. "Get your butt back in here this instant!"
The small 5-year-old boy groaned, just as he got to the sidewalk next to the street right in front of his small house. "But mom!" The little brown haired boy whined. Letting the top half of his frail tiny body go limp and flail forward and to the side a bit in a pouting motion, glancing back at his mom up in the front window.
"Right now, mister!" She snapped, shutting the window with a slam, glaring at her young son.

Trent sighed and grumbled, pouting angrily and frustrated as he stomped back to the front door and walked back in, shutting the door behind him to meet his mom in front of him. Trent looked up at her, frowning. "Please mom? I wanna go outside! Everyone else at school get's to go out at night!" He whined in a whiney, childish voice.

"No sir! You are going to bed, now!" She snapped back in response angrily. "You're lucky your father isn't home young man! Off to bed. Now." She narrowed her eyes at the smaller boy, who then huffed and ran past her and up the stairs, to his room and then slammed the door, falling onto his bed with tears in his eyes.

Trent buried his face into his pillow, grumbling muffled angry and sad noises into it. "It's not fair…" he sniffed, shutting his eyes and clutching at his pillow. "Everyone else gets to so why can't I!? It isn't fair!" He grabbed the pillow he was clutching onto tightly and turned sitting up, throwing it across the room hard at the wall, glaring through tears straight ahead at where he threw it. He felt the scene that had just happened with him and his mom run through his head again.

"Why not!?" Trent shouted, glaring up at his mother.

"Because it is dangerous out at night! It's dangerous anytime when you are alone! I don't want you hurt!"
"But I want friends! Why don't you ever let me do anything!? I hate you!" Trent screamed without thinking and ran past her up the stairs and to his bedroom, ignoring his mother call his name.

So here he was now, crying like a baby to himself in his room… He sighed sadly, guilt beginning to pierce his heart. "I…I didn't mean it…" he cried quietly to himself, face in his palms.

Trent was asleep when his father came home, the door opening making him wake up a bit. He yawned as he blinked the sleepiness from his eyes. Trent glanced at his bedside clock. 11:00pm. It was late but he needed to apologize to his mom… He sighed and got up, rubbing one eye and walked tiredly down the stairs. "Mom?" the small boy called, brows furrowing when he didn't get an answer. "Mom?" he walked into the main room, eyes widening and he froze. There were… 3 strange and scary looking men with knifes and guns in the room, and there were…his parents. Tied up and gagged with duct tape. His mom's eyes when he saw her son there… oh it was unspeakable of the horror in those pupils. She began to scream and yell into the gag for him to leave, tears streaming down her eyes. She was then silenced however when the man holding her hair grabbed his knife and with a quick, swift slice, slit her throat, letting her fall to the ground, then did the same to the dad.
Trent stared in horror, tears silently forming and rolling down his cheeks. "NO! MOM! DAD!" He shook furiously and when he saw one of them go for him, he quickly turned to run, but as soon as Trent got to the front door he was grabbed roughly by one of the men, and his mouth was covered tightly. "NMNMN! MNMNNN!" Trent screamed and squealed into his hand, squirmed greatly. He got an Idea and quickly bit down on his hand, the man yelping and backing away, dropping him as well as his knife. Trent panted hard and when another went towards him he grabbed the knife and put it in front of him, the man running straight into it with a howl and choked yell. His eyes were wide and he felt more tears run down his cheeks at the feeling of the man falling limp in front of him. He killed him. When another man went towards him he sliced at his arm, and when he bent over in pain, he sliced his neck, the man falling dead. He then, glaring with angry eyes, he threw the knife straight at the last guy, hitting him straight in the heart by luck. He watched him choked for a moment before falling to the blood covered floor. Trent then snapped back to reality and gasped hard, panting heavily. "Oh g-g-god... mom… dad…" He sobbed and ran over to them, hugging onto them tightly. "Mom! Dad! Wake up! Please! Don't leave me!" he wailed, crying heavily.

That event…. changed his life forever.