The hot water ran over his skin, tinting it red. Bubbles floated from his nose. He tried convincing himself that he really didn't need to breath, that it was just his imagination. Yet, somehow he always ended up inhaling. He would thrash about, loosening her hold long enough to gasp and sputter. She always managed to grab his hair again and push him under. Maybe it was because he never resisted. Always yelling and screaming things he couldn't understand.
But ...he knew what she was saying. She was only doing what any mother would. Protecting her child. And...she was right. He had taken away her precious son. It was only natural she wanted him back.
He was a monster.
He deserved this.
All of it.
She soon got tired of it. Leaving him lying on the floor. His dark clothes wet the cold air biting at him. Silence enveloped him. Trapping him.
He managed to push himself up and study the damage.
His skin was flushed and his eyes hand bags beneath them. There was a cut on his left cheek, irritated. Then the bruises started. Clawing at his neck, growing more severe as they faded beneath his long sleeve shirt . He snorted. It was hard to actually look at him past the bruises and cuts...the scars.
Beneath them, however, he knew what was there. Not the full smiling face of the boy his mother held so dear. Instead His eyes were hollow and empty. He couldn't even remember the last time he smiled. That thought amused him.
Because...
Monsters weren't supposed to smile.
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Well that's it...the prolog anyway.
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