"Hell Is For Children"
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, the little Esper brothers, or anything. I own a shoeful of sand. Whee. ^^;;
Hell is for Children "I'm sorry, dad, it was an accident!" he said as a crash echoed through the near-empty room.
:::They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child:::
I couldn't bear to watch. My little brother, about 12 years old, had just broken a picture frame, and I knew what was to come. I cringed. My father grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "What were you thinking?!" he shouted. My brother said nothing. Matayo was his name. You know, I lied. I didn't know what was to come. But all the same, it happened. My father reached for the closest object: a baseball bat. Matayo had just come home from practice. I gasped, but not loud enough for him to hear. Thank god. He took a swing at my poor brother. I thought in all his fury he'd miss, but that was not to be. Matayo fell to the floor, blood running down the side of his mouth. It had connected with his jaw. He spat several teeth on the floor, and I could only watch as Matayo gained several fist-sized bruises on his arms and face. My father was a very angry person. Anger management had failed, and counseling had no effect. He would just get angry at the counselors.
Needless to say, many of our counselors are six feet under.
:::Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh:::
I hate my father, and he hates all five of us. I will never love my father, no matter what he pulls. Even if he stops abusing us, he still has to pay for what he did to Matayo.
Matayo by this time was crying. He couldn't get up, as a blow to his kneecap had crippled his leg. I screamed, "Matayo!" then covered my mouth. I just made a fatal mistake. My father lashed out with the bludgeoning object, leaving me dazed for a few minutes. When I finally came back to reality, Matayo looked awful. His right eye was both swollen shut and leaking blood. And, he was sprawled on the floor. His arms and legs were now useless and broken. My head was bleeding, as a chipped section of the bat had hit me hard.
:::It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You're daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing:::
Matayo was whimpering and crying, and my father raised the bat once more. He slammed it into Matayo, and he screamed, jolting up. He began to fall backwards. I dashed to him, and supported him. I snarled at my father, but as I did so, I noticed something that made me growl even worse. Matayo was not moving. Not because of his broken bones, if that was so, then I could have felt his breathing patterns. I felt nothing.
My father had killed my brother.
:::Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh:::
I took a step forward towards my father. I snapped a leg off one of the kitchen chairs and advanced on him. I was pissed. Beating on one of us was bad enough. But now, Matayo could no longer live and breathe as the rest of us could. I figure one of us had to pay. Whether it was my father for doing this, or me for not taking action sooner. And I knew the latter would happen, regardless of whether I was injured or not. Matayo's death was payment enough.
:::No, Hell Is For Children Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children:::
I approached my father, a stern and yet angry look on my face. I sprang, then tried my best to beat the living shit out of him. I was too fast. But I guess an 18-year old would have his advantages against a man of 46. With every breath, I slammed the thick piece of wood into his skull. I screamed things that even I had no clue what I said. I stopped when my strength gave out and I nearly passed out. I looked at the man laying on the floor before me. I didn't know what I had done right away, but I soon figured out my father was dead. I breathed heavily, then summoned my other 3 brothers. We had mixed emotions, since our bludgeoner was dead, but our brother was too.
Because Hell really is for children. At least in our house.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, the little Esper brothers, or anything. I own a shoeful of sand. Whee. ^^;;
Hell is for Children "I'm sorry, dad, it was an accident!" he said as a crash echoed through the near-empty room.
:::They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child:::
I couldn't bear to watch. My little brother, about 12 years old, had just broken a picture frame, and I knew what was to come. I cringed. My father grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "What were you thinking?!" he shouted. My brother said nothing. Matayo was his name. You know, I lied. I didn't know what was to come. But all the same, it happened. My father reached for the closest object: a baseball bat. Matayo had just come home from practice. I gasped, but not loud enough for him to hear. Thank god. He took a swing at my poor brother. I thought in all his fury he'd miss, but that was not to be. Matayo fell to the floor, blood running down the side of his mouth. It had connected with his jaw. He spat several teeth on the floor, and I could only watch as Matayo gained several fist-sized bruises on his arms and face. My father was a very angry person. Anger management had failed, and counseling had no effect. He would just get angry at the counselors.
Needless to say, many of our counselors are six feet under.
:::Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh:::
I hate my father, and he hates all five of us. I will never love my father, no matter what he pulls. Even if he stops abusing us, he still has to pay for what he did to Matayo.
Matayo by this time was crying. He couldn't get up, as a blow to his kneecap had crippled his leg. I screamed, "Matayo!" then covered my mouth. I just made a fatal mistake. My father lashed out with the bludgeoning object, leaving me dazed for a few minutes. When I finally came back to reality, Matayo looked awful. His right eye was both swollen shut and leaking blood. And, he was sprawled on the floor. His arms and legs were now useless and broken. My head was bleeding, as a chipped section of the bat had hit me hard.
:::It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You're daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing:::
Matayo was whimpering and crying, and my father raised the bat once more. He slammed it into Matayo, and he screamed, jolting up. He began to fall backwards. I dashed to him, and supported him. I snarled at my father, but as I did so, I noticed something that made me growl even worse. Matayo was not moving. Not because of his broken bones, if that was so, then I could have felt his breathing patterns. I felt nothing.
My father had killed my brother.
:::Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh:::
I took a step forward towards my father. I snapped a leg off one of the kitchen chairs and advanced on him. I was pissed. Beating on one of us was bad enough. But now, Matayo could no longer live and breathe as the rest of us could. I figure one of us had to pay. Whether it was my father for doing this, or me for not taking action sooner. And I knew the latter would happen, regardless of whether I was injured or not. Matayo's death was payment enough.
:::No, Hell Is For Children Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children:::
I approached my father, a stern and yet angry look on my face. I sprang, then tried my best to beat the living shit out of him. I was too fast. But I guess an 18-year old would have his advantages against a man of 46. With every breath, I slammed the thick piece of wood into his skull. I screamed things that even I had no clue what I said. I stopped when my strength gave out and I nearly passed out. I looked at the man laying on the floor before me. I didn't know what I had done right away, but I soon figured out my father was dead. I breathed heavily, then summoned my other 3 brothers. We had mixed emotions, since our bludgeoner was dead, but our brother was too.
Because Hell really is for children. At least in our house.