The sad crying boy's Mom is very sick. Say tell him, he has to go in the room and see her. She lies on her bed, gray skin, sweaty uncombed hairs, restless eyes with dark rings beneath, her lips and skin so dry that they look like sandpaper, the most terrifying thing for the boy is her voice, when she says: come here!

But he is too scared and steps back. He doesn't come far. His father pushes him closer to the bed. He cries even more and tells them he is scared, but it doesn't help. His father threats him with something he will do to him, that he hears, but not understands what it is. Maybe he is just to disturbed right now to understand the meanings of the words, or his father is using some of those words that adults use and he was still too young to understand. He feels his father behind him and pushing him closer to the bed and finally in his mothers arms. But this isn't his Mom, well she was her, but not anymore. She hugs him and he can smell her. She smells like old people do, when they get too old or too confused to take care of themselves. "Hey Evan." He tries to get out of her arms, but she still has enough energy to hold him.

This time it's a clap on the back of his head, that his father uses to remind him to be nice to her. "Hi M..." He can't say it. He can't call her Mom. His Mom is gone, the woman there just looks like her, but more like a nightmare-mom. "Hi."

She starts coughing and he tries to get away from her, because she tightens her grip on him and he can't breathe well and his head hurts. He always has an headache as soon something touches his head and if it's just stroking his hair too fast. He finally gets out of her arms, but his father holds him. He can't leave the bed. She coughs more and more and there is blood on his hands, when she takes them from his lips. She reaches out for him and holds his hands. Then she coughs again and spits out whatever comes out of her mouth and he has some drops of blood on his face and more on his shirt. He feels very sick suddenly and within a moment after the realization of blood on him he throws up and passes out. He doesn't know that he is falling on the floor, because his father is too disgusted with the whole scene that he can't care about anyone else, but himself.

He turns around to leave, when his son starts falling back at him. He hears the thud and runs away to the living room to drink whiskey right from the bottle.

The boy wakes up in the meanwhile. His head hurts so bad. He rubs his bloody hands on his jeans to get rid of the blood. The blood from her. His hands find a wet spot on his head and when he brings them back in sight, they are bloody again. Not her blood. Now it is his own. And the boy screams!

"Aaarrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh !" Evan was screaming himself into consciousness. His eyes stayed close for a few seconds. He was still screaming even though the nightmare was over and he awake. His breathing felt like fire down his throat and the pain in his chest and the numbness were coming back. The pain from his feet to his head was so painful that he couldn't do anything than scream until his voice broke.

He was thankful, when darkness surrounded him, but someone opened the door and he shut his eyes open. "Dad?"

"Why are you screaming like this, Evan?"

"Nightmare and pain. Sorry, I scared you." Is it really a nightmare, when you have that dream in the afternoon or so? I'm gonna ask Hank.

"Scared me? Hell, I was just talking to someone important, about business that could bring me a lot of money, something that could change my whole life. And she could hear you over the phone! After your second scream she was too annoyed to talk further and I told her I would look what's going on and call her back!"

Evan heard what his father said, but was luckily way too out of it to comprehend everything. "Sorry, Dad. Bring painkiller?" The pain took all his energy.

"What the hell am I? Your servant?" He ran out the door and came back a little later and had one pill and some water for Evan.

His son struggled to sit up on his own, but when he didn't get help, he just lifted his head and took the pill. "Thanks, Dad."

"Hope that's it, I'll call her back now." His father growled at his youngest.

He left and slammed the door. Evan thought for a moment that his fathers behavior was weird. Not weird, mean! He felt sadness and cried for his own soul, like he has done so often. And nobody knew about it. Nobody.

It didn't take very long for him to drift again. The pill had made him even sleepier and with a little less pain sleeping was easier.

He wasn't sure how long he has been asleep or even if he was awake or asleep. The voices were back again. The woman was there again. He heard her rarely, when those voices came. She told the other voices about him being a loser. "He could never do anything right in his life. A great disappointment for us, no wonder I died. The sorrows and stress he caused made me sick."

"Yes, and now he ruins his brothers life. Useless piece of shit!"

And now the third voice: "Drinking too much, drug abuse, wait till Hank finds out what is really going on with this low existence."

He couldn't speak, but wanted to scream that he wouldn't take any drugs or too much medicine, that he wasn't addicted to such things, that he couldn't even remember drinking that much.

"Take your pill." A male voice said and put a pill in his hands. He still felt like in some kind of dream and tried to push the man and his pills away. There was nothing he could do. The man pushed the pill into his mouth and the water bottle next to his bed after it. The water was coming so fast. Evan tried not to swallow, he wanted to keep the pill out of his body, but when the pressure increased and more and more water filled up his mouth, he had to swallow in order to take a breath. He passed out from exhaustion before the pill could work.

He felt hands on his body. He was taken out of bed and then thrown on the floor. A wave of pain made him scream again, well as loud as he could with his strained voice. He hasn't been out to long, but he wished he still would be as soon as he felt a fist that hit his left side. He screamed again. Two people got him up to his feet and held him, while the woman hit him over and over again along his torso. He first didn't recognize the next pain. Shocks were running through his bodies. His body was convulsing whenever the taser touched his skin. They took their arms away and he felt down on the floor. They were kicking him from different directions.

"I'm doing it for you today," the other male voice said.

He could feel the finger running down the hurting body. Before he knew what was going on, he felt a needle going through his skin. Then he felt a cold bottle on his lips and tried to close his mouth, but he was too slow. The liquid filled his mouth and he couldn't do anything about it. Two fingers were around his nose, so that he couldn't breathe. He swallowed and after a while he stopped struggling at all, because the injection worked fast. There was no sense left in him. He didn't feel anything, and if he did, he couldn't move, he knew something was done to him, but he couldn't care about it. His brain shut down and all that was left of him, was the babbling incoherent

rest of Evan R. Lawson.

The only time he could scream was when a new wave of shocks hit him. His heart skipped a beat, then several and then raced again. He felt the seizure, when it came, but his mind was blank and he didn't know what a seizure was. One of the words that adults use that children didn't understand. Drool was running out of the corner of his mouth, down his chin. His body was convulsing on the floor.

The female voice kept whispering in his ear: "Loser. Idiot. Nothing. Nothing. Loser."

One of the men asked him what his name was, but he couldn't understand the questions and all he did was giggling. He giggled like a brainless creature and stared at the ceiling through open eyes. There was only white in them.

Evan or the little that was left of him was gone again, further away than the day before. His soul lost another battle.