(Some harsh topics in this one, mostly rape and abuse)
His little whispers
The young dark purple skinned boy stood there, looking up at his mother.
Love me, love me
"Mama.." He started, teary eyed, "Please.."
That's all i ask for, love me, love me
The young boy named Vincent watched as his mother took a drunken swing at him, givinng him a bruise.
"Don't call me that, monster!"
He battered his tiny fist to feel something
He fell to the floor, sobbing at his mother's neglect of him, and abuse towards him. He clenched his fist in a fit of rage, but had not the power to do anything about it.
He hurt himself more, just to feel something.
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
Vincent had often seen other familes, happier families, one where the parents would love their child, regardless of who they were.
He sees them hug their children, he doesn't even know how it feels.
Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window
He lie in his bed, watching the shadows from outside dance on his walls, the walls that are so thick, nobody knows the abuse.
His mother left the window open as always, halfway, and the window itself didn't scare Vincent.
The things it let inside did.
That night he caged her
Vincent, now a 18 year old in college, stood over a familiar friend from childhood, 16 year old she is.
"Fuck off Vincent!" She yelled, flipping him off and dissing his request for change.
Vincent took this as a sign. He took this as an advantage.
He pulled her by the collar of her shirt into a dark alleyway besides an abandoned apartment building. Why?
Because nobody would hear her screams.
Bruised and broke her
He beat her mercilessly. He hit and punched her, kicked and stepped on, bruised and broke her.
Taking his newlyfounded, but 18 year long rage onto her.
He struggled closer
She lie on the floor a few feet from him, trying to scoot away from him, trying to escape.
He walked towards her slowly, twitching every so often.
Then he stole her
He lunged at her, choking her slightly.
He proceeded to violently rape her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles
Her ankles and wrists tied up tightly, making her limbs a light purple tint.
Silent pain
She tried to yell for help, but the pain was too much, she didn't even have the strength.
Then he slowly saw his nightmares were his dreams
Afterwards, the girl lay silently against the wall, passed out.
