Mason awoke after what seemed like the deepest darkest sleep he'd ever had the displeasure of entering. His vision was cloudy, head racked with pain, and body covered in the dried, red, liquid he could only attain to blood, he knew what had happened.
"The bottle, typical"
His body seemed almost reluctant to move, as if glued in the position he now occupied, with no amount of force of labor could he seem to gain control of his limbs. Slightly alarmed, Mason concentrated long enough to haul himself up on shaky feet. The day had started so well, a nice warm summer morning, a walk to the park, and football with his best friend; it was perfection, until she showed up. Mason (an orphan of sorts) was left to the care of Erica McLane, a bitter old sow who drank too much, and listened too little. A violent woman she often resorted to punishment to keep Mason (an albeit well rounded child) "in line." More often than not the punishments would be brutal, gut wrenching, torturous forms of physical and metal abuse that would leave Mason drained and in the same mess he awoke to today.
Forcing himself through the dirty halls Mason came to a rather disgusting bathroom covered in pure filth.
"Mason!"
The youth heard his name screamed with the force of Gabrielle's trumpet.
"Yes ma'am?" his meek voice answered quickly and with a hint of fear.
"Thanks to your little stunt in the car I don't have anything else to drink, I'm going to get some more oil" as she innocently referred to her liquor of choice pure Russian Vodka.
Mason's eyes rolled at her urgency to first kill him, and secondly blame him for her almost killing him but, none the less he answered back with a polite and small "yes ma'am." She slammed the door and from his place in the window Mason could see her slink toward the dirty car.
Walking downstairs Mason was greeted with the usual décor; beer cans and vodka bottles, takeout boxes and chicken bones, just plain grime and filth. Mason looked back and thought aloud.
"How the hell did I even get here?"
Mason suddenly and without warning was overcome by a heart breaking sadness, he fell to his knees, a heart wrenching sob racking his body and reverberating through the house. It was a desperate cry that actually startled Mason himself.
"Oh God how did I end up here?"
The mantra Mason repeated sob after sob.
"Oh God, how did I end up here?"
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Strange Escape (2015)
Aktuelle LiteraturMason seems to be an average young teenage child, but the darkness he is placed in on a day to day basis renders him with a scarred mental and traumatic memories. There is, however, an escape, but at a cost. This is a collaboration story between mys...
