The little boy listened to his brother and mother argue yet again. Arguing scared him.
His mother had faded orange hair and bright emerald green eyes. She always had a sour attitude towards his brother. Her skin was a pale peach colour.
His brother had brown hair and a dark blue eye. He always covered his other eye, for a reason the little boy didn't know. His skin was a pale peach colour.
His father also had brown hair and dark blue eyes. His father always had a small beard. Just whiskers. His father had always worked, so he rarely had time to shave it. His skin was a tanned peach colour.
He had a sister. She had ginger hair and pale green eyes. Her skin was pale peach colour. She was covered in freckles. She was always bugging their father.
The little boy had short hair. It was the colour of wet sand. His eyes were mixed colours. He had one emerald green eye and one dark blue eye. His skin was pale. He always looked sickly, concerning his kindergarten teacher. He was small for his age as well.
He looked at his sister who had started crying. She hated it when their mother argued with anyone. Their mother favoured her. It annoyed him.
"Elizabeth?" The petite boy whispered the unfamiliar name. She looked at him.
"What €¥¥.€¥¥?" She looked at him, he didn't get the name.
"Why are they yelling?" His voice had a british accent. So did hers just, not as much as him.
"How should I know? They always yell. She's probably getting onto him for bullying you again, €¥¥.€¥¥."
He didnt reply. It made him sick knowing his mother hurt his brother.
"You two should try to block them out go sleep." Their father said from behind them.
The little boy turned surprised at his father's voice. His sister frowned, "but mummy always sings me a song before sleeping."
He look at her with jealousy, she didn't take notice.
"Mikey always helps us go to sleep when theres yelling in the house," he said quietly. His sister scowled at him.
He bit back tears when his sister snapped at him, "Well he's not going to tonight, €¥¥.€¥¥." Again he didn't quite get the name.
"Okay," he whispered before going upstairs to his room. He shut the door and checked the time.
23:59pm
"The nightmares are coming, C.C."
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The Crying Childs Way Home
Fanfictionthe Crying Child faces many challenges on his way home to find his brother. He is blind and has a small stutter due to way he died.
