Broken Bonds and Stolen Hearts (discontinued)

Chapter 1

Three greyish rotten walls and rusty iron rods surrounded the little boy as he stared at the ceiling, his blue eyes void of any emotion as he mindlessly tossed on the hard, dirty floor.

Despite the burning pain that came from the mark on his shoulder, the boy didn't cry. He couldn't cry. It's been 5 days since he was locked in this tiny little cell. No food or water. No one to check on him, and no one to talk to him.

His bloodstained hands were spread on his sides, and he couldn't bring himself to look at them. He was terrified of looking at them. The blood was turning brown, and there were blood and skin crusts under his fingernails.

He couldn't understand why he did it. This was the life he was born into after all, he should have just accepted it, just like everyone else...

And yet he couldn't. 8 years and he still can't understand the actions of the adults around him. 8 years and he still can't adapt to the life he was born into.

The cell reeked of soil, blood and rotten corpses. He could hear the water droplets hit the ground as they fell from the rotten ceiling. The only source of light was the flickering old lantern that looked like it was about to die, and no one bothered to come here to change it.

You would think that a child would be scared of the monsters that came with the dark, but Louis was more scared of the people who would bring light into this place. He was scared to see what was around him if the place was properly lit.

He was thirsty and hungry and tired, but he didn't want to die. He never wanted to die. It was, however, very difficult to stay alive, especially since the last time he ate something was more than a week ago. His cheeks were hollow, and his skin was getting very dry.

Everything was blurred together, and sometimes he would hallucinate his mother coming to his rescue.

In the distance, slow, brisk footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor. A soft, familiar whistle tagging alongside it, and the sound of keys clashing against each other. Someone was coming.

"You still alive kiddo?" The holder of the keys asked in a mocking tone as he brought the lantern in his hand down to light up the cell and take a proper look at the child.

Louis moved his eyes to examine the old man standing at his cell's door, but other than that he didn't bother moving. He was too tired.

"If you listened to me, you wouldn't be here looking like shit right now. Come out now, I bet you are hungry," The man fiddled with the keys before he opened the door to the cell. Louis looked at him for a while, unsure whether this was yet another test or if he was finally going to get killed for all the stunts he pulled in this godforsaken place.

Slowly, he turned on his stomach and crawled to the door. Too weak to stand or talk. His hands were collecting dirt as well as his tattered clothes, but he managed to get himself out of the cell without hurting himself any more than he should.

The man looked disgusted by him, his wrinkled brown eyes had no sympathy in the least, and his black hair that matched Louis's hair was properly cleaned and brushed.

"You look worse than shit. Get up." he spat, giving Louis a disgusted look as if he wasn't the one who got him here, or the reason Louis looked like this.

Louis gritted his teeth as he tried to get up, pushing against the ground with as much strength as he could muster, only to be kicked to the side by the man who was getting impatient and angry.

"I told you to get the fuck up. What are you, deaf now?" Louis coughed as he held his side in pain from the kick, but the man didn't seem to care, for he went and grabbed Louis by his hair, forcing him to stand up as he tugged his hair harsh enough to rip some of it out of his scalp.