𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 ୭̥⋆*｡

Luck [i.]

"Why.." her words faltered..

"Why..!" her voice was stronger than before, the emotions riding on it filled with frustration and hate for her abnormal child.

"Waahh.. it's Rosaliya's creepy child!"

"His always seen smiling as if he's the happiest kid in the world, but his eyes never light up with any emotion!"

"Talk about creepy.. I'd hate to have a child like him"

More rumors and conversations about her and her abomination echoed in her head— all of them getting louder and louder as each second passed. Then, her own doubts and ugly thoughts resurfaced, blending in with the treacherous others.

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"Mother.. are you okay?" The little boy asked, concerned for his mother.

And with that, she snapped.

Luck couldn't move. Luck couldn't help the poor boy that was being beaten by his mother.  He couldn't close his eyes. He couldn't speak. He couldn't raise a hand. He couldn't even clench his fists for being so useless. He was stuck to relive his morbid past.

Every single word his mother spouted was back. Memories he wished would stay hidden resurfaced. The sounds of her fist making harsh contact with the frail body made him hurl. He wanted to get out.

Out... out..

He needed to find a way out.

Luck then observed every corner of the room. From the tiny cracks of the walls, to the gaps on the floor. To the dark corners of his room, to his mother's bed that was pushed against the wall. At each place he'd look his eyes would always avert themselves to the blood bath happening in the middle of the room.

He tried again; looking at curtains that hid the mother and her child from the outside world, but his irises went back to them. He tried another time, now retracing and double, triple checking the ones he had checked before. He checked again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again! Yet they'd always go back to the one sided fight. What the hell was he looking for again? He didn't know.. he just wanted to not look at this scene anymore.

But then, his eyes made contact with dead ones, and it seemed like time itself had stopped. The blonde's nose and lips were bleeding, and he had two black eyes. The mother who stood on top of her child wore an expression with gritted teeth that enhanced her fiery gaze, and wrinkles that showed him how furious she was with him. Nothing was fine and dandy. Nothing wasn't going to be alright. There was nothing to smile for.. but the child did anyway.

The child saw him. His past self saw him. He saw him just watching him suffer.

The boy slowly raised his hand towards him.

No..

"Help.. me.."

Please, stop..