Author Note: A little something I came up with after finishing the next chapter in my SH story. Hope you enjoy!
Red
James had been a happy boy at the age of twelve when something horrible happened to him. His father tried to brush it off with words that meant nothing to the boy. He didn't give a crap about what that bastard had to say. All he ever did was go out all night and get drunk so no, James wouldn't listen to him.
In school people teased him because of it; his father didn't care about the bruises on his arms when he came home from school. His father didn't care about anything but the bottle back then. At nights when he went out James would sit in his room and scribble on his notebooks. All in the same colour, red.
At weekends instead of going outside James sat inside and drew pictures, one was of a monster he created, the monster that he wanted to punish his father. He named it Pyramid Head.
When his dad found the drawings as usual he didn't give a crap. James didn't give a shit either way, he'd lost someone who meant the world to him and now life seemed meaningless.
The pills were there in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, waiting for him to go in and take them. He walked in and picked the ones that were red and white, before he could change his mind he stuffed them all into his mouth and washed them down with water from the sink.
His father said nothing to the doctors and James hated the old man even more for taking him to the hospital. His life was saved but inside James was dead; every time he closed his eyes he saw the same colour, red.
Nothing was going to stop him this time; he got the chair and stood up to get one of the large knives from the cupboard. He picked one out and went into the bathroom. "Hi Mom," he said staring into the cold, dead eyes of the woman who'd committed suicide the year before. "Don't worry; I'll be with you soon." Smiling at the thought of being reunited with his mother James put the knife to his wrist and stopped just before it could reach his skin.
He remembered the day well, he'd needed to go to the bathroom and Mom was taking too long. "What are you doing Mom?" he'd asked pounding his fist on the door. No answer came so he tried opening it, Mom hadn't been feeling well these past few days and James was worried that she might've had an accident in the tub. He pushed in the door and saw nothing but red.
"Why Mom, why did you have to do it. I was happy when you were with me but now everything's all wrong!" he screamed at the dead woman in the tub. He threw the knife away, not wanting to be with his Mom anymore. She was like the rest of them, leaving her only son with a drunk. No, James wouldn't make the same mistake she did; instead he decided to move on and at least pretend to be normal. Maybe then he'd stop seeing red.
"James, I know I haven't been there for you, but all that's going to change. I've got a job over in Ashfield, that's going to be our new home. We could probably visit that little resort town not too far away either. Can't remember the name but that doesn't really matter, what do you think?" James smiled and said he thought it'd be great secretly hating his father even more.
He never really stopped seeing red until he met this girl, Mary. He still had the drawing of Pyramid Head but it was locked away now, out of sight and out of mind just like his mother. He still hated his father but he could learn to live with that, now that he found Mary. His one and only, he vowed that he would always protect her and even then in the back of his mind sleeping was that image of his mother in a sea of red.
Author Note: I thought it would be interesting to add this little back story!
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