The dark

Louis

In a small town where the wind whistled and the streets were dead, The children were at school while parents lay with a blanket over their laps keeping them warm in their living rooms with the television on in the background. Louis sat at his table in Spanish non stop thinking about his disastrous trip to Spain. Thinking about his mum and missing her every second of every day. Spanish always brought back images of his mum laying on the floor with gun next to her on the bed. Her bed sheets bloody and the curtains swaying out the open windows. Louis couldn't stand it so he stood up and walked out of class followed by his strict teacher. The teacher screamed in Louis face for truanting. He didn't listen to a word. He stood leaning against the wall unable to keep back tears. The pressure of his memories of his mum and the shouting of the teacher combined was too much for him his anger over took his body. Tears fled down his face and he pushed his teacher causing her to fall over and launch at the wall behind her. Louis couldn't take it. His palms were sweating and bleeding from his nail marks from him clenching his fists. He flung open the exit doors and sprinted home before his teachers could catch up to him.
His head held high, sweat dripping down his face, Louis ran past his house and to the edge of town to the park where him and his mother used to lay, sharing ideas of what the shape of the clouds were and laughing at the silly ideas of his mum's. He remembered them all. Finally as he sit under the apple tree a smile spreads among his face and memories come flooding back. He was happy for the first time in months since his traumatic experience. Louis laughed when he remembered when his mum pushed him into the pond opposite him. Louis stayed there for hours. Even when school ended and he could go home without his dad being suspicious...he stayed there overnight and dreamt of his mum like he did every night...