In the big white room there were no signs of life. The freezing air that covered every inch of the house brought goosebumps through the child's body. There wasn't a heater in this freaking damned house, except for the fireplace. The only sound that bounced around the walls were from the embers dancing about. There were many white rooms but not one of them had any light nor sound. The loneliness was haunting. The silence was suffocating.

The boy felt cold. He raised his arms and rubbed his skin gently to bring warmth to his skin. However no matter how much he wished to feel warmth, he could not. His tiny frame began to tremble, not from the cold but from the realization how hollow this house made him feel. Nothing but silent ghosts roamed around these white rooms.

Icy glazed eyes numbly stared at the wall full of family portraits. He scanned through each photo carefully. A pale thin woman with long hair wore a stunning white wedding dress. She stood next to a man with a stern face, who appeared to have the slightest hint of a smile on his chapped lips. More pictures of the happy couple were neatly placed around the wall, and a single portrait of the raven haired woman that he found himself always lingering on. She had that mona lisa smile, he could never tell if she had been happy in the moment or feeling vacant as he currently felt. But he quickly felt something amiss as he looked around once more and knew for certain there where pictures that were missing. Where was he? The boy was sure that pictures of his younger self had been hung on the wall, but where were they? Thrown out, ripped, or burned? Possibly, after all they had abandoned him. He knew he was a disappointment, no… a mistake that came unwanted in the relationship of the couple.

The silence was maddening. He felt cold. His chest hurt the longer he stared at these timeless boy stretched out his arms high above him and slowly began to take down each portrait. He took out the pictures from the frames and stacked them together in a neat pile. Staring down at the wedding photograph once more. He grabbed the picture and without a moment of hesitation he tossed it into the fire. The small boy watched as the picture melted into nothing within less than a minute, and then he tossed in another one.

Only one frame remained untouched on the wall.

"Happy Birthday to me…" he whispered.

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Kevin sat in his final class staring directly at the clock, while the sounds around him were muffled to his unfocused ears. The ticking sounds of the hands caused him to panic knowing that every seconded that passed was a second closer to hell. He could feel his skin itch as every second passed. He huffed debating whether to make an escape with Nazz so he wouldn't have to face the gang after school, or simply give in. But like Eddward had said, he knew what would happen if he ran away, told on them or resisted. Eddward would find him.

Don't get him wrong, he had tried to find a way to end his torture many times before. However Eddward was as smart as they came, there was no escaping his torment. His minions would keep tabs on the entire student body and had their means of finding things out absolutely anything whenever they required it. This was how they ruled the school, no one had freedom, and no one was safe. If a student or a group did anything to rebel against them then it was certain that they would be the next ones to wake up in a hospital. Eddward was terrifying... indeed. It was said that if one where to witness his full capacity they would be sure to become traumatized from the sight. He was not one to be messed with what's so ever.

Here Kevin was now, sitting in the middle of the classroom begging the time to go as slow as it could maybe even stop for the rest of his life, he sure wouldn't mind. Death, was it something he wished? Probably not, but the douchebags made it hard for him not to wish for it at these certain times. Did he wish he was dead right now, yes he most certainly wished so.

No matter how much he prayed, the time seemed to have a different course of mind. He couldn't tell if it was just him, or his paranoia but it felt like the entire classroom was laughing at his torment as he felt every second being counted down faster than he would have liked. He bit his nails watching the hands move much quicker than they should.

5...4...3...2... He closed his eyes shut tight. He began to hear the students rustling to clean up, stashing their papers in a disorderly fashion into folders and zipping their bags closed. Kevin took slow paced breaths as he heard various footsteps moving in one direction. Then when he heard complete silence he opened his eyes. No one was left in the classroom, not even the teacher.

He looked back up to the clock and saw it had already been 7 mins after the bell. He stood up from his seat and slowly placed everything into his backpack not caring where everything was shoved knowing that he would have to organize everything after his "appointment" with his persecutors. He slid his bag on his shoulder and tightly held onto the strap, sighing nervously.

He knew he would be ok; it always turned out that way. The damages they did were never to the point of causing him to be near death, they were always…bearable. At least that's what he thought since he had grown accustomed to the beatings; his body had grown to be more resistant, at least that's what he thought. Yet he always carried bruises on his body, bruises that never seem to go away.

Maybe it was just his mentality that had become resistant. Something to help the pain go away he thought looking at a small bruise peeking from his sweater's sleeve.

He took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly and took a step forward knowing hell awaited him outside the classroom doors.

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