Forgotten[boyxboy]

Left Alone

I lay huddled back in my corner inside of a windowless room below the basement. Chained to the back wall with shakles on my wrists and ankles. My throat was adorned with a black collar with a rusted silver chain. The piece of chain that hung off of it, fell just below my chest. Leaving enough length for someone to grab. I lay against the wall, my cheek resting against the cool surface. My knees were pulled up to my chest, and my hands rested across my lap.

My stomach growled in need of something to fill the empty space. I ignored it requests and listened for any signs if footsteps, though none came.

My left leg throbbed and the feeling of thousands of tiny needles stabbing it speed across the limb. It was dark in my little box, and cold, but it gave something close to what I considered comfort. At least, until they would come in. I could still feel the burns on the soles of my feet and the bruises that blanketed my thin frame. Everything throbbed in pain, but it had been with me so long, I was almost completely numb to the feeling.

Pain. It was a common occurrence these days, an ever present reminder of why I was here.

They always fought; mother and father. And they could only ever seem to agree on one thing. Me. They said everything thing was my fault. That if I hadn't been born in the first place they would still be Happy; that they would still have their freedom. And if they weren't working together to break me, my father was usually the one to come down and beat me senseless.

Mother normally only came down to bring left overs it scraps, many times there would be nothing left. But there hadn't been a visit in while, it made me wander what was going on outside my small dark world. Just as I was beginning to think everything was getting to be better a door slammed.

Instantly I pressed myself as far into the corner as I violently shook in fear. I held my head in my hands and squeezed my eyes shut; my breaths were shuddering and uneven. I heard another door open before a silent drawn out silence. It should have made me feel at least somewhat relieved, but it didn't. In fact it was the exact opposite; the silence set me even more on edge than I already was.

Just when I couldn't take it anymore, the door to my room burst open and the first thing I noticed were those hateful blue eyes. Flames raged behind them as they bore into my soul; but I only sat there and stared. I learned a long to ago the hard way, that running only caused pain.

For a moment we Just stared at one another befire he move and I jumped causing the chains to rattle. His anger flared as he stomped over to me and yanked me up by the collar. "Come ere' boy." He snarled. His breath rank of beer and liquor. I whimpered as I looked anywhere but his face.

He growled again and threw me to the floor like a doll. I cried out as my head hit the wall and instantly regretted it. It was silent for a moment before the sound of skin coming across skin rang out. My cheek tingled and burned with heat where he'd hit it. I shamelessly cowered into the corner I was previously in and stared at him in pure terror.

Father only scoffed and pulled something out from behind him. I had to bite back a squeak as I realized it was a syringe with a deadly looking needle. He roughly grabbed my arm and rammed the needle into it. I whimpered as the eerily white liquid made it's way into my bloodstream. My head began to feel light and I noticed my heart beating faster and harder than previously.

My field of vision became blurred before blackening out. And I knew when I woke again there would be signs of a fresh beating.

When I woke again, I was alone again and the door was shut. The only thing that was different was the plate of scraps sitting near. My mouth watered and I ravenously devoured it down. Beside it was a bowl of water. It was fresh, but it wasn't exactly old either. But I didn't care, it moistened my dry throat and cracked lips.