the unspoken of a boy

you'll figure out in time..

There was that something in his eyes, something you wont expect from your usual 12yo kids. It wasn't entirely his fault either. Being a young and harmless orphan was enough to cause 2 breakdown a day for a usual child. But he was different, like someone, who just witnessed something that wasn't supposed to be witnessed.... Everyone else around him felt nothing but pure anxiety. He wasn't a very intimidating on first look, but as you got to know about his past, each of his sidelook onto you had a worse effect on you each time. Like something looking onto and through your very soul, as I said earlier 'something you wont expect from a kid'. He wasn't even that shady or dark, just a young hooded guy brushhing his blonde, boy stereotype, long hair from one side to other. He usually didn't care much about what he looked like, or he just didn't care, looking good weren't his priority like a young teenager. He appeared about every weekend for supplies on our store, considering his house was just across the street made it kinda obvious. I personally felt bad for him. Witnessing his mom commiting suicide, just a day after his dad left him. Then legally getting sent to his father as he was considered priority in their 'so called' blood relations. Poor boy's life was living nightmare back then, a usual half-orphan kid's father wont be too deep into dirty business as expect, but it just remained a expectation for him. Each day he saw his father, getting ready for something special in the morning, carrying some reports and files, coming back depressed in the the noon and smoking & drinking shit after that. Occasionally he would get sudden calls from someone and both father and son would leave their place in an instant, off to somewhere else. He was a unexpected charming guy with dark blonde guy and some dye around here and there. Hopefully or not, boy's days of sleeping on cold floor on a rainy night as he heard moans and lady screams from inside the only bedroom of their house were over, they were caught mid trip. It all was hazy for him, some police officer came to the child, put his coat around boy's shoulders, with a desperate and helpless look on his face, the officer ran to his mates who were proceeding with something. They ad child's father on cuffs, kicking him in the face, as the father just requested, screaming and crying, wanting to talk to his child. Others except the first officer laughed around and let him be on his knees, the poor and beaten up man reached the car's windows, hardly on legs. His pretty face was messed up badly, one eye was rolled up at the back of the head, exposing pure veins. He was struggling, supposing it was his last struggle. As in a hurry he cried to the child 'im sorry, im sorry for all of it, please forgive me SO-' there was a sudden bang, his ears still ringing, he caught a glimpse of his father's mouth suddenly gurgling with blood and then collapsing on his back, a very unsatisfiesd face, a face that will haunt the kid forever, the face that led him leaving his faith in humanity for once and for all. It sadly was the last glimpse of his father he had, just as he was about to be called a son for the first and only time in his life, the moment he once awaited most, his once dream to be called a son happily by his parents would now remain a dream forever... as he broke into a sudden , tearful cry calling out for his late dad, he heard the policemen were literally laughing in unison, the unison of inhumanity. The officer who put his coat around boy's shoulders was standing, standing still as it all happened behind his back. He was completely still for the span of 10 sec it all happened, his father speaking to lying dead on the bare hill. First he gave a look to the late father in sympathy, then his seniors in disgust, at last the poor boy's emotionless face, he wanted to say he couldn't do any thing. He couldn't save the man. It all was out of his hands. But he knew he was wrong, he could have saved him, he could have saved that man by not betraying him, he could have saved that man's and his son's already falling apart life from being shredded to every atom from burning down, but he cant undo what's already been done. All that remains in boy's memory from that day is how he went hungry for next 2 days, moving into with his grandparents after half a week, the last of his own blood, just to move out after just a week for his grand-parents spend the whole night cursing the boy and his father the whole night, beating and other stuff. As he woke in the morning, he found both of them on the floor. Grandma back on her broken limbs and pa facefirst into the floor. The reports said they both actually died out from heartattack, which was caused by intensive stress and indirectly the boy as thought by him. He was now officially homeless, family less, heartless, feelingless, emotionless, and worst of all faithless. Just sitting around on the floor, the kind police officer asked him if he would live with him, they don't own a fancy place but it should suffice for a new start. The boy, not knowing what to do, nodded in dismay. That was when those mfs showed up, all drunk, cursing at the newly made commissioner, made one final decision retirement. Each time those men showed up, the boy was reminded of his deepest and darkest of memories, the memory of them saying ' if it wasn't for this boy and looking after him, he would have escaped this time too....', just thinking about it made him lose it all, but he couldn't do anything except watch in this miserable day. That brings him to current day, he was just walking out the store, into the ex-officer's house, for all the love he and his wife gave to that helpless child, he repaid it with neither joy nor hatred. He buried all of those deep inside his own self, promising never to think of them ever again. If anyone found themselves asking about themselves asking for his *unusual* behaviour, which wouldn't be answered until 3rd time, it'll always be the same answer 'the life is unfair, get what you can, none of which was in my fate...', it was a nice way to hide away half of his life, he'll have that from me.