Things in his mind began to welter, creating deep tunnels full of secretes hidden by his memories. It was fragile and defenceless, like glass falling, ready to break at any moment. Time for him began to race slowly making him feel old an
His mum was drinker, it started out as a social thing, then progressed into an uncontrollable passion that she could not strap down. Morning, noon, night, drink after, drink after, drink. Troubled by her divorce drinking became her only option. Puzzled by his absence she began finding other ways of letting her anger out. “the boy” was her outlet, to her he was the reason her husband had left, he was the reason for all her misery and suffering.
His family was troubled, like a plague upon a deserving town. His sisters weren’t included in the beastly punishments but yet in some ways thought they were, even though they did not endure the torture, they felt linked like a chain tied down. In many attempts they tired to convince their mother to punish them, however that only brought there bother more pain and suffering.
Most days he was not aloud in the house he was to sleep in the dingy cellar, with only a torn tattered blanket which seemed as if it had been beaten to death, and a pillow not even fit for a tramp. He became the maid of the house, cleaning, cooking. He would lay dinner out for everyone except himself, he was not aloud to eat with the family he had be subjected to eat outside like some kind of dog. When dinner was finish his mother would ring a bell to let him know it was time to come in. After dinner he was aloud to play with sisters outside but only for a short time, when it was over he was called inside for his daily inspection as she liked to call it.
A new year, a new day. School had started yet again, but yet he couldn’t help feeling imprisoned like a animal caught in a cage. He put on his frayed clothes once more, a sudden hand of danger rested upon his shoulders, it was her. He never spoke out of line, tread out of line, for if he did there would be consequences, which he could not bare to face. She always took him to school, because there was a chance of him escaping again, sometimes he dogged her, but lately it was like she was a stalker waiting, watching his every move. At school he was known as the thief, the tramp, the outcast. Everyday at 2 o’clock his nurse would request him, this was a daily routine to ensure that he hadn’t received anymore burses from his fatal mother. As she gazed upon his withered body she noticed a cut. It was long and deep and seemed to be oozing. she gasped at the sight and asked “the boy” what happened. He hesitated with fear. Then replied I fell. Clearly she knew that the wound could not of been from a fall. Silence filled the room as he struggled to put on his clothes. 3:15, the time of the living, well for some people. He rushed down the stairs pushing anyone that got in ways, he could not be late it was at the utmost importance that he was not late. He reached the car in time and got in. she would always start by saying how was your day, he would always answer it was ok. Then she would tell him to be quiet before he got a right kicking. The journey home from school felt like the ending of his life.
As they walked through the door he started straight away on his daily routines. The phone rang, it was his school. The nurse had rang up to talk to his mother about the cuts and burses on him body. She said nothing, she just look at him with anger and hatred in her eyes. He knew he was in for now. Just that look made his whole body shake. She picked up the knife before her and chased him as if he was her prey. Silence. blood started gushing out like a waterfall.
Awaken by a bright light found himself in hospital. He now knew what he had to do to save himself. He had only two options live a life of fear and pain or be free, happy, safe. His mother entered the room, she walked towards him and said…
“’I’m sorry, the police will be here soon all you have to do is say you feel, ok and then we can be a family again”
He answered with fear in his heart, “family, you tried to kill me, what kind of family is this, your happiness is my pain. Please just leave me alone.”
She sat down nervously, you see this was the first time that he had any control over her, over his life.
“tap, tap.” the police had arrived and he had his story.
After an hour the police had all that needed. Three days later he returned home with his mother. She said nothing, silence became the occupation of their home. Now he was aloud in the house he had his bedroom back, and dinner was as a family, but it wasn’t long before she was back to her old self again. Now the once control he had over her had vanished and the peace that filled the house was interrupted by what seemed like a volcanic irruption. A week later burses, cuts burn marks seemed to take over his body like an artist working on a painting. He was not aloud to attend school, his days were spent cleaning and cooking. One cold winters night he decided that enough was enough and left, he clearly knew that living there would kill him, and it seemed that the police wouldn’t help him either, so this was his only escape plan, he knew this decision would change his life forever but he knew he had to take it and he did.
By Lauren Herelle 110r
