Six year old Will sprinted home. Why didn't he do his homework? Why did he get into that fight? He was such an idiot. He should have been home two hours ago. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He fell over a crack on the pavement. He scrambled up and sprinted through the pain. He turned the corner. His house was only a few feet away. He ran down the path to his front door and flung it open.
"Mum," He panted, "Mum its okay. I'm home now!"
He began to shake when he didn't hear a reply. The familiar smell of alcohol filled the air. The tears burned his eyes. He turned into the front room. Bottles and cans were now the floor. He found his mum half on the sofa, her head was on the floor. Her eyes were closed and she was limp. Will lifted her up so she was fully on the sofa. Will began to shake her.
"Mum, wake up! This isn't funny." He croaked.
She didn't wake up.
Will went into the dirt filled kitchen and filled a bucket with cold water and ice. He carried it carefully into the front room and poured some onto her. She didn't wake up.
Will began to panic. His mum sometimes woke him up like that and he would get up straight away. His breathing got quicker. What could he do? His mum had told him to never touch the phone and never answer to the door, especially if it was someone asking for 'their money'.
He shook her again.
"Mummy, please wake up." He cried.
He felt a presence behind him. He tuned and saw a man standing with his head bowed.
"Who are you?" Will cried, "How did you get in here?"
The man smiled warmly, "I'm your father, Will."
Wills young confused eyes scanned the man then his mother. Wills hands balled up into fists. He shook with anger.
"Why did you leave?" He yelled, "Mum said you left, and she…"
Will broke into tears. He walked over to his 'father'. He lightly hit his stomach then hugged him. Will cried into his freshly ironed shirt. The man pulled Will away and crouched to his level.
"It was hard for me to leave you with your mum in the state the she was. But Will, I didnt mean to hurt you or your mother. I had to leave. Will, there is a place where there are others like you."
"No, I dont want to go. What if she wakes up?"
"She told you?"
"She says a lot when she drinks."
"Will, do you honestly think that she's going to wake up?"
"SHE COULD! And what if i'm not here? I've got to look after her."
The man sighed, "Fine."
He stood up and clicked his fingers. The cans and bottles disappeared and the fire sprang alive.
"Goodbye, Will." The man whispered.
The man left in silence. Wills hands shook over his mother's body.
"I will fix everything." Will muttered, "I'm going to fix every mistake."