The Dark Mind Revealed

The Beginning Of Time

Before He knew it, He Had finally turned six, who knew what would await him for his birthday? The new toy he had lusted over in the toyshop? A new puppy who he could share his emotions to without being bullied by his father, A  slap across the face from his stepmother, or just another panic attack from the visions scarred on his mind? He just didn't know, he thought to himself it must be better than last year, the broken jaw and fractured ribs and cigarette burns his father had given him hadn't been what he had expected, must be better than being suspended from the ceiling being repeatedly hit with daddy's belt, right? He blinked his eyes, and heard the voices slowly whisper in his mind "I'm coming to get you, This time you won't escape from my grasp", He clenched his fists into balls, the sweat leaking over his forehead, why was he staring at me whenever I look around? his mind asked himself, will he ever remove that dark stare from my sight? "Go away!" He yelled "Stop doing this!". The footsteps suddenly blasted his ears, getting louder with each step "I'm coming for you" the voice snarled, His bedroom door flew open, The figure looked over in his direction carrying a heavy blunt object, "WHO ARE YOU SPEAKING TO YOU STINKING LITTLE CUNT, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT TALKING TO YOUR SELF YOU STUPID WORTHLESS LITTLE FUCK". It was the boys father, he strides over his urine soaked mattress, "Wet the bed again have you, and to think I produced a smelly tramp like you" he gripped the boy by the throat, he could smell the alcohol on his breath, his eyes maddened with rage from the drugs he put into his body, then before he could reply to his father, a sharp pain scorched across his head, it all went black, the muffled footsteps creaking on the floor boards, a loud bang, then the click of a padlock being put in place, why is my head so wet and searing in pain he thought? Oh well, I'm used to it.