Drip Drip Drip

The sound of blood hitting the floor, echoed in the empty alley. The alley dark stank of alcohol and toilets, graffiti covered the walls, huge dumpsters filled with rubbish lined the walls.

In a small corner was a newspaper cutting and a small pillow. A little child was sitting on the cold floor next to it. Under his torn, cream shirt was a piece of small, bread he managed to steal. His hands face and body was covered in bruises and blood. He had little cuts here and there and a huge gash on his left leg.

He jumped when he heard the drunken leers of the men who had beaten him up.

"We got that rat good"

"Yeah stupid bastard shouldn't have tried stealing from us"

"Worthless piece of homless junk!"

"Nex' time we should kill 'im!"

"YEAH!"

"He isn't even a human. He is a demon!"

"Ha ha I'm sowwie, I'm jus' stawin'"

"Pwease don't h-hurt m-me"

"Ha ha let's find the coward. Come out demon!"

He shivered in fear, hoping they wouldn't find him, he squished himself against the wall. Trembling, he tried to drown the voices out. Then slowly, they walked passed the alley and thank-fully carried on.

The little boy sighed in relief.

What am I? I must have done something really bad for them to hate me so much.

He clutched his head in pain. Horrible thoughts were swirling around his head. He prayed for a miracle, something to take this pain away.

All of a sudden his leg began shaking, violently. The pain shot through him as fast as a bullet. He cried out in pain. Screaming for mercy. Screaming for a miracle that would never come.

"Did you hear that?"

"It's that demon!"

"Let's get him!"

The boy grunted in pain as the men came back. They beat him, punches and kicks landing all over his body. He cried, howling in pain.

"Pl-please s-s-s-STOP!"

"Never this will teach you to think twice before you steal next time- oh wait there isn't going to be a next time!"

"Let's finish him off!"

The boy screamed, begged and even resorted to trying to push them off. All that had managed to do was get him harsher blows.

He yelled as he heard the sickening sound of bones breaking. He felt a white-hot searing pain in his arm and realised that was what broke.

His vision became blurry and he could see to black dots. He fainted, his last thought-

I'm sorry

A man walking by the alley heard the screams and moans of pain. He ran to the alley and was met by a sickening sight. The child seemed to have fainted. He ran to the men and pulled out his gun.

Two of the three men fell to the ground, hurt but alive. The third turned his head to face the young man in horror. He saw the gun and quickly ran the opposite direction.

He fell to the floor, dead. Unlucky for him, his killer saw that he had inflicted the worst damage to the child. Quickly the young man ran to the child. He picked him up and nearly threw up in disgust of what he saw. He grabbed his phone and called 999.

"A child is dying"

He gave the essential information to the hospital and waited for the ambulance to come. He panicked slightly as he realised the boys chest was no longer rising and falling. He checked for the boy's pulse. There wasn't any.

"Damn!"

He cursed as he performed CPR on the boy. He was so absorbed by what he was doing he didn't see the paramedics arrive. He watched helplessly as the paramedics tried to bring back the boy. He felt himself move into the ambulance. He didn't know how he reached the hospitals A+E room.

"Excuse me, sir?"

He turned his head, numbly, to face the doctor who had called him. His chest constricted in pain as he saw the grim look on the doctors face.

"Follow me"

Please be alive, I'll look after you, just don't die.

The young man didn't understand his thoughts. He barely saw the boy, but he felt a deep connection with him.

He entered the bright room. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw the heart monitor. It was a straight line. His heart dropped and tears sprang to his eyes.

"Doctor, the boy pulled the- hello sir"

The young man did not acknowledge the nurse. That was until...

"That boy you found was very lucky to have survived"

The young man looked up in astonishment, his mouth slightly agape.

"He survived?"

"Yes"

Hours later, the man half-asleep in the chair, the little boy opened his eyes. He yelped in fear as he saw the young man. Said man smiled at the boy in reassurance.

"Don't worry I'll protect you. I won't hurt you"

"Y-you won't?"

"Never"

The young child gave a small smile. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. His last thoughts- miracles CAN happen.

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