The boy sat on the edge of his bed sweating heavily. Outside the rain poured down and thunder rumbled through the air.
The boy wrapped his arms around his trembling body.
He didn't like the thunder.
It was so loud outside that it nearly covered the sound of shouting from downstairs. However the voices seemed to rise above the thunder all but screaming. The boy tried to distract himself but it was no use. All he could here were the loud screams and the thunder outside.
The boy sniffed slightly but held back his tears. He had long since learnt that crying got you nowhere.
Instead the boy stared at the wall in front of him. If he really tries he could imagine he was elsewhere. Maybe he was on an island in the sky or flying around with the birds. He could be saving a princess from a dragon or ruling a kingdom. Anywhere really. But instead he was here.
From far away the boy heard a glass shatter and a loud scream fill the house. Most boys would be terrified but the boy was used to this.
It was okay now because this is where most of the arguments ended. The boy let out a small sigh of relief that he didn't realise he was holding. The house was finally silent. Soon his mom would come up and tuck him in and it would all be better.
The boy sat on the edge of his bed still shaking slightly as he waiting for his mother but she never came.
The boy couldn't wait any longer so he jumped off his bed and gently landed on the floor. He scurried down the hallway but paused at the top of the stairs.
His parents didn't like it when he was out of bed. His dad would get angry and the boy knew that wasn't good news.
The boy waited at the top of the stairs for a while before creeping down. If it was this silent then his dad must have fallen asleep on the couch.
When he got downstairs the lights were off. He could only see light coming from the small kitchen. So, remembering to be quiet, the boy tiptoed to the kitchen and peered inside.
At first glance the boy couldn't see either of his parents and the wall was blocking his view so he cautiously crept inside
As soon as he walked in he could feel that something was off. The tiles felt sticky under his feet and something was slipping between his feet. It was warm and red.
The boy knew what it was straight away. He had seen it coming from his body so many times before but he refused to admit it to himself. He was probably wrong, after all he was a small ignorant child. So he ignored it and kept walking.
It be as when he got into the centre of the kitchen that he noticed it.
A body.
The boy's breath hitched as he instantly recognized who the body was. Next to the body he saw a bloody knife but he couldn't see the killer anywhere.
The boy was paralyzed as blood began to dye his skin a dark scarlet colour. He couldn't help it anymore as tears slipped out of his eyes and joined the red liquid on the floor.
The boy collapsed onto the ground and began to scream. He just wanted her to hold him. He wanted to feel safe and happy he wanted…
"I want my mommy!" he cried "Where are you mommy? Where have you gone?" he felt his throat close up and black dots began to swim in front of him. As he fell unconscious his fell onto the cold body.
The body of none other than his father.