The unfavorable Child

Before the beginning

Silas felt angry. This overwhelming urge to tear something apart his knuckles Turing white as he clenched his fist clawing at his skin. He could feel the anger clouding his mind. His face was super pale drenched in sweat. He sat at his desk.
His part of the hall was oddly quiet as if sensing his harsh emotions the maids were scared away. The wind knocked harshly against his bedroom window branch's raking across the glass. He huffed out a breath breathing faster and faster. He couldn't concentrate on anything as he collapsed to the floor. There was a big bang as the chair he was sitting on fell sliding across the wooden floor. He curled in on himself tucking his knees to his chest.
He lay in fetal position Breathing heavily for a long time. Slowly the rot in his brain seeped out his body cooling down. Cold sweat covered his shaking body. This boy seemed to be scared as he lay there thinking of his overreaction. He was scared of himself how angry he had become over such a simple gesture. The branch continued to scratch the window unbothered by his reaction. Silas had felt like his father was treating him like some kind of wild animal. At this point he almost felt like agreeing. The overwhelming feeling that had clouded his mind his soul felt heavy. He looked down at his bloody arms covered in scratches and he could feel tears prick his eyes slowly dripping down his pale face. The tears were very cold and salty some had gotten into his mouth when he took a breath and he sobbed.
He lay there crying and bloody for so long. He took a sharp breath as he tried to use his hands to push himself up. They ached when being used and he wanted to cry again. He felt disgusted with himself.
Whispering he spoke
      "You're nothing but a rabid animal".
      "You should have been put down a long time ago".
He spoke harsh words  tumbled out of his mouth. He was repeating what his father had told him. This was how his father felt about him. He ached for love he would never receive. his father hated him because he killed his mother. If he had not been born his mother would still be alive. He knew it was his fault. His whole family knew. They could barely stand to look him in the face. He could barely look at himself in the mirror. Most times he covers it up with a sheet. He didn't want to see his mother's murderer looking back at him.
Slowly he walked over to his bathroom. Silas took shallow breaths as he walked the floor boards creaking under him. He slowly dragged his bloody shirt off of himself dropping it to the floor.
He had a pile of dirty clothes laying on his bathroom floor that needed to be picked up. The maids haven't come to collect the clothes in a long time. Blood was dripping on the floor and he felt very dizzy. Silas pulled at his white hair. Dirtying it with his hands. His hands were soaked in blood and he felt himself collapsing. Tiles dug into his back. His head ached harshly taking the brute force of the fall. The boy lay naked and bloodied. The bags under his eyes seemed more prominent compared to his sweaty face which was growing paler as the seconds ticked by.
His freckles stuck out more noticeable because of this. His hands reached out feeling the back of his head as he slowly sat himself up against the tub. He reached his hands over plugging the drain he turned the handle for the hot water.
It immediately steamed up the bathroom and he coughed a little. Pulling at the cold water handle the water pouring into the bath seemed to settle at a comfortable temperature. He dipped his fingers into the water sighing in relief at how nice the water felt.
The boy pulled his body over the side of the tub splashing into the water. He released a deep breath slowly breathing. His eyes were very unfocused seemingly hazy as he lay in the warm water. Water started to drip from the sides of the tubs as it began overflowing. When he sat up to turn the water off it caused lots of waves which spilled all over the floor. Once the handles were turned off it became very quiet. Everything seemed peaceful.
The boy slowly laid back down into the water. As he did so water dripped out of the tub, there was a huge puddle on the floor. He leaned his head over the tub, looking at his reflection in the water.
His white hair reflected the lights in the bathroom, it seemed as if it was glowing. He looked at his pale brown eyes rimmed red, and then he looked at the mole under his right eye. Bringing his finger up to his face he poked the mole. He watched his reflection do the same. He giggled a little at the sight. His leg jerked in the water spilling more water on the floor. Turing his head he peaked over at his leg with groggy eyes. He didn't seem all there as he lay in the tub. He leaned his head against the side of the tub closing his bruised eyes. His thoughts wondered too many random thoughts drifted around in his mind. His bloody arms turned the water into a pinkish color. The color looked so pretty to the boy he had  looked into the water. His gaze was soft and breathtaking. He was beautiful and had a round childish face. He could hear someone knocking on the bathroom door.
    "Young master?" A deep voice questioned.

"I'm in here you have permission to come inside". The boy spoke his voice soft and somber. The butler walked into the bathroom his shoes getting wet because of the floor. He stared at the boy his gaze neither kind nor hateful.

" you are aware you cannot bathe yourself young master" spoke the butler his eyes somewhat sharp. He slowly walked over to the boy crouching down and pulling out a cloth from a bin beside the tub. He dipped the cloth into the water wetting it as he picked out a scented oil. He reached his arms into the water softly pulling the boy against his chest as he began to scrub the teen.
Cleaning him diligently.
The boy closed his eyes breathing softly. He felt comfortable and had fallen asleep against the butlers chest. The butler gazed down at the sleeping teen. His eyes were empty as he stared he pulled the teen out of the bath holding him softly as he wrapped a towel around the child. He walked back into his master bedroom while cradling the teen in his arms. He gently laid the boy down onto his bed walking away to clean the bathroom floor. It took a long time. Usually it would be a maid who would clean the masters bathroom, but they had been avoiding his room as of late. When he finally walked back into the room he could see the boy curled up on his bed his hair had slightly dampened the duvet cover.
The butler sighed softly a gentle look on his face. He pulled out bandages and walked towards the boy. Pulling up a chair beside the fancy canopy bed the butler calm looked at the boy. He slowly grabbed his you masters  scratched up arms and wrapped the bandages around covering the eye catching sight. He sighed softly feeling slightly sympathetic for the neglected teen. The boys father seemed to hate him. Along with the maids and most other workers in the mansion. The butler put away the rest of the bandages once he was done. Getting up from the chair he walked over to the boys huge oak wood closet. Choosing to pick out cream colored night clothes.
He swiftly walked back over to the sleeping boy. He stared at the boys face for a while before gently lifting the boy and dressing him. The butler smiled covering the teen up under his thick brown covers. Silas curled into the warm covers tucking his face into his pillow.
His night clothes complemented the bed nicely and Donavan the buttler smiled. He felt his taste to be impeccable. He was aware he could not leave the teens side until he was dismissed. So he sat in a dull Floral green cushioned chair beside the night table.