Quiet Spirit

Dark memory 1

An old mansion in the middle of the woods, a place i used to call my home it was dark and big, many tinted windows and many rooms, some of which i never got to enter. One room i was often in was my bedroom, it was the same as other bedrooms in the mansion but this specific room always had a tall skinny boy in the corner of it, sitting on the chair i had next to my window.. He was always watching me.. Every move he didnt miss. As each day passed i grew less and less scared of him. Sometimes i would sit across from him on my bed and tell him about my day.

He always listened. Unlike mom and dad.. They were always fighting.. Always, i can still remember the sounds of mom yelling and dads voice echoing as he yelled back at mom. Dad was a spirit.. And mom was just a normal human, i never knew how the got together but.. I had a feeling i was the reason they fought so much. Sometimes furniture was destroyed too, mom always started these fights. After every fight dad would take me to the creek out near the backyard. He always told me he was sorry that my childhood had to consist of parents screaming at eachother every night.
He would hug me and pat my back telling me "this will end soon enough" i never believed him.

But the tall boy was always there for me, so whenever my mind was clouded I always had someone to talk to. I ended up liking his small details, like how pale he was, how he always listened and how his eyes were always so dark and lifeless, even his thick dark straight hair and how some strands stuck to his cheek bones. He made each day more bearable for 9 year old me. Until dad left mom and vanished into the spirit realm, leaving me to deal with her, what hurt me most was when he left without saying goodbye and how he left me with nothing to remember him.

Mom would always come into my room in the middle of the night to hit and hurt me, i screamed and cried for her to stop. But my words would never get through to her. I started to hate her, i wanted her to feel the pain i felt, i hated how she always smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. The urge to just stab and hit her like how she did to me grew more and more the older i got. I told my friend at the time, the tall skinny boy that i now reffered to as vincent everything.

He was the only person i found normal enough in that mansion to talk to. I told him everything, my hobbies, kids from school, my crushes (those i told him to keep seceret). I'd always say goodbye whenever I left the room or to go to school or when i took walks around the creek Everything was fine, i could tolerate this.

Until, i had enough of my mothers abuse. This one particular night, she came in while i was talking to vincent, she was drunk as always. I thought she just wanted to yell at me, but no. She wanted to bring a priest to cleans Me and make me normal and obedient, i didn't like that at all. in my eyes she should have been the one getting cleansed. Not me. No. I was normal. She wasn't.

"But what if i don't want to..?" i asked her, i was only 14 at the time and thought of it as unfair, it didnt make sence to me. "You are my son and you will do as i say without questioning my ways." she told me, i didnt find that as a good excuse at all at that age.

I told vincent, usually he would just stand there as i talked while sitting at the edge of my bed. But this time he moved, he walked over to me slowly and hugged me, my body stiffened because of the shock of feeling comfortable again, he hugged me tightly as if he didn't want me to leave him. When i was done speaking he pulled away and sat down by my side. He pulled my head onto his shoulder and gently rubbed my back, i felt my body go limp and just hugged him again, he stayed by my side as i cried and sobbed onto his shoulder, i could tell that this was his first time comforting someone but i was happy he took his time from observing and finally decided to interact with me. I cried till my eyes were red and puffy, my cries turning into soft sobs soon enough as i slowly drifted into sleep.