Sorin, a small fragile boy who has been through the worst of the worst. He has never been loved by his family, neglecting him throughout his life. Sorin only wanted nothing more in the world then to be loved by his own blood.
What twisted and sick...
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SOUNDS OF SHOUTING and yelling amongst each brothers that echoed throughout the whole house with ease from the kitchen, awakening Sorin from his deep slumber. His eyes adjusted to the bright sun that shown it was the next day, shinning brightly through the clear window. He groaned with displeasure at the pain he felt immediately as he woke. The pain in at the ends of wrist and eyes, the bruises and burns that were left of the tie and from his strong grip, to the amount of crying that he shed on the way back.
He sat up from the luxurious bed, feeling the soft and warm comforter beneath him and within his skinny fingers. Looking around aimlessly to no intent, he saw his arm that was hooked up to some IV fluids. ' how long as it been?' He asked himself.
His body flinched so sudden at the loud sounds from downstairs. Hearing the argument going back and forth with each person, it was a drag and a huge pain. He could feel the throbbing pounding against his head at every shout. He groaned in agony before getting off the bed.
As he stood his legs wobbles helplessly as his head became dizzy from the sudden moment. Grabbing on to the machine that hooked up to his arm, rubbing his head for comfort, slowly moving each foot towards the door.
The yelling became more vivid, opening the bedroom door. He didn't know what to do, he didn't want to be caught in the fight between his lovely brothers that had all the time and energy to yell for the neighbors to hear. He couldn't really hear what they're talking about anyways, no way he would be any help. So he decided to take a look around at the house he once called his home.
He walked the hallways where he used to do the everyday chores. The flashing memories that formed, so vivid yet so blurry. The same thing over and over. The old dingy door caught his eyes at the end of the hallway, making him smile a little. He walked carefully, opening the door. It took his breath away. It was the still the same. Old memories, good and bad.
He laughed a little closing the door, closing his past memories. His eyes immediately caught the red door that held at the other end of the hall. [so there is another hallway to the right if that makes sense :P ]
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he closed the door behind him, ' that definitely wasn't there.'
As he could recall that room was one of the room he could never enter. At all, not even to clean. His brothers never specifically told him the reason why, and he never questioned it also. But it was weird, ' you told me not to go in there but why did you make the door brightly red just make my curiosity more higher. And it's easier to find. ' He argued in his mind. I mean he thought nothing of it, what could they be hiding in their anyways. Must be something really skeptical or illegal for me to not enter. His head filled with such decisions but he couldn't pick, ' go in or don't go in.' Simply indecisive.
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