Chapter 1
It was late at night. Mismo was in his room trying to avoid the yelling from downstairs. It seemed to go on forever, all of it echoing in his mind. His father was drunk and in another meaningless fight with his mother. It was always the same, but this time it seemed louder. Every word echoed deeper and stained his soul. He would stare out the window to try and block it out. The stars were always so peaceful and comforting. They seemed to be in their own perfect world. His life was anything but perfect. His parents hated each other, his parents hated him, and his father hit him. He was only eight years old and he already hated life.
He also had another problem. One which he could not control. It was fueled my negative emotions and pain. He would go crazy, completely out of his mind. He would become completely violent and emotionally unstable. But when it was over, when the emotions were gone, he would fall into a deep trance and wouldn't remember anything until it haunted him in his dreams. Even with his young age, he gained a considerable amount of power at these times.
He looked out into the open hallway and wondered what their problem was this time. He heard the sound of breaking glass and his mother yelling. He got up and walked quietly into the empty hallway. He went downstairs and watched from around a corner. His father had thrown a glass and it was shattered on the kitchen floor. His father was yelling something about the house being a mess and his mother being lazy. But his mother rebelled, justifying that she spent al day cleaning the house. His father threw a glass jar at her. He didn't miss this time and she screamed.
This made Mismo shudder. He backed up in an attempt to go back upstairs, but he accidentally bumped into a table. The world seemed to slow down as a candle fell from the table and crashed onto the wood floor. His father fell silent, his mother whimpering on the floor. Mismo stood still, barely breathing. He was terrified. He knew his father would be furious with the fact that he was downstairs. He heard his fathers footsteps draw closer.
"Get out here, right now!"
his father yelled. Mismo started to run towards the front door but his father caught him by the back of his shirt.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?!"
He asked Mismo. At this he hit Mismo in the face and sent him sprawling onto the ground. Mismo wiped the blood from his mouth as he lay on the floor. His eyes were gleaming a dark shade of red. He lunged at his father, but he was ready. As Mismo came close, his father kicked him and sent him flying into the wall. Everything went black as he fell to the ground. It was a swirl of hatred and darkness as he fell deeper and deeper. Then Everything went silent.
Mismo rubbed his head and opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. A tear rolled down his cheek as a piercing pain split though his head. He winced as he got up off the ground. The house was quiet, nothing moved. He walked into the empty kitchen. There was blood and glass on the floor. He looked out the window, his fathers truck was gone. This meant that he was alone. The stairs were dark as he walked up to his room.
He changed out of his torn, blood stained clothes and walked over to the window. It was raining outside and the stars were covered. Out his window he could see all the way to Trinity. He walked back to his closet and grabbed a backpack. Though it was hard to grasp, he knew he was on his own now
That's it for now, I hope to have the next chapter up soon.
It was late at night. Mismo was in his room trying to avoid the yelling from downstairs. It seemed to go on forever, all of it echoing in his mind. His father was drunk and in another meaningless fight with his mother. It was always the same, but this time it seemed louder. Every word echoed deeper and stained his soul. He would stare out the window to try and block it out. The stars were always so peaceful and comforting. They seemed to be in their own perfect world. His life was anything but perfect. His parents hated each other, his parents hated him, and his father hit him. He was only eight years old and he already hated life.
He also had another problem. One which he could not control. It was fueled my negative emotions and pain. He would go crazy, completely out of his mind. He would become completely violent and emotionally unstable. But when it was over, when the emotions were gone, he would fall into a deep trance and wouldn't remember anything until it haunted him in his dreams. Even with his young age, he gained a considerable amount of power at these times.
He looked out into the open hallway and wondered what their problem was this time. He heard the sound of breaking glass and his mother yelling. He got up and walked quietly into the empty hallway. He went downstairs and watched from around a corner. His father had thrown a glass and it was shattered on the kitchen floor. His father was yelling something about the house being a mess and his mother being lazy. But his mother rebelled, justifying that she spent al day cleaning the house. His father threw a glass jar at her. He didn't miss this time and she screamed.
This made Mismo shudder. He backed up in an attempt to go back upstairs, but he accidentally bumped into a table. The world seemed to slow down as a candle fell from the table and crashed onto the wood floor. His father fell silent, his mother whimpering on the floor. Mismo stood still, barely breathing. He was terrified. He knew his father would be furious with the fact that he was downstairs. He heard his fathers footsteps draw closer.
"Get out here, right now!"
his father yelled. Mismo started to run towards the front door but his father caught him by the back of his shirt.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?!"
He asked Mismo. At this he hit Mismo in the face and sent him sprawling onto the ground. Mismo wiped the blood from his mouth as he lay on the floor. His eyes were gleaming a dark shade of red. He lunged at his father, but he was ready. As Mismo came close, his father kicked him and sent him flying into the wall. Everything went black as he fell to the ground. It was a swirl of hatred and darkness as he fell deeper and deeper. Then Everything went silent.
Mismo rubbed his head and opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. A tear rolled down his cheek as a piercing pain split though his head. He winced as he got up off the ground. The house was quiet, nothing moved. He walked into the empty kitchen. There was blood and glass on the floor. He looked out the window, his fathers truck was gone. This meant that he was alone. The stairs were dark as he walked up to his room.
He changed out of his torn, blood stained clothes and walked over to the window. It was raining outside and the stars were covered. Out his window he could see all the way to Trinity. He walked back to his closet and grabbed a backpack. Though it was hard to grasp, he knew he was on his own now
That's it for now, I hope to have the next chapter up soon.