Nothing Inside
Home, a refuge from the horrors of the outside world, a place were one can feel content within its structured walls. Thoughts like these and similar ones clouded Ron's mind as he passed through the doorway of his own home. Finally he had come to his destination, the one place where he should feel belonged. As the door shut behind him Ron imagined the sound of his mother greeting him and asking how his day went. A homemade snack prepared on the counter that he would fight Rufus over. A quick chat about what happened and maybe some advice on a problem he had that day. Then time would pass until dinner came were there family would sit and join in lighthearted conversation of the days events.
Instead he was meet by the quiet emptiness that dwelled within these walls. His mother was on a business trip out of state and had taken his father as well. They decided to leave Ron behind so that he wouldn't miss anymore school then he had to. Missions had already taken a good chunk of his school time. And Rufus, his beloved pet, was in the process of his yearly check-up. Once a year he would go in for a couple of days to the vet and they would give him his vaccinations, a physical and clean his teeth.
After a sigh he climbed the stairs leading to the second story of his house, where he lived. With a fling of his arm he tossed his backpack and newly acquired umbrella to the ground of his room and headed for the bathroom. There he undressed and in his naked state he observed himself in the mirror. Bruises were forming along his ribs and parts of his chest from the beating he had received earlier. New scars would form to join the numerous others that had collected over his body through the years. Some were from missions were he had been made a fool of, but most were from the torment of school. The bullies that would abuse him because of his lack of strength and the weakness he showed that told his attackers he wouldn't fight back. As he thought of this he turned his head away in disgust, eyes watering with the realization of the word that described him perfectly. Pathetic.
In the shower he turned on the water only to feel the same coldness that he had been felling outside. Ron turned it hotter and still he felt nothing. Again he turned the knob and yet nothing, just the same cold he was trying to escape. This felling of cold consumed his body and every part of him. It was if he wasn't allowed to fell anything, that he was empty on the inside. He stood in the shower with his thoughts letting the hot water turn his skin red until he finally left.
Leaving the bathroom Ron went to his room were he dried off and dressed. He grabbed his clothes and headed towards the garage were they keep their washer and dryer. With the bin full he preceded to load the washer when a piece of metal fell out of his fathers pants. As he bent down he saw that it was a key, why would his father have a key in his pocket? Realization hit him when he remembered when he saw this key. Before his parents left his father had cleaned the one gun he owned that was kept in their bedroom. This key that Ron held in his hand was the means of opening a secured book that stored that gun. Leaving the washer he walked to his parents room to return the precious key to its rightful place. But something stopped him; he wasn't sure what it was. It was as if a voice in the back of his mind told him to keep the key. After a moment he pocketed the key and went back to finish loading the washer.
Let me thank those of you who have been reading this other work of mind. It doesn't get many reviews like EndGame, but i will continue updateing it until the story is over. Word of warning thoguh, some intence chapters are coming up, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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