Rain.
It was raining; falling in what seemed to be endless sheets. I watched as it noiselessly hit the ground, sheet after sheet. The silence was killing me; slowly eating away at my sanity. I felt like screaming, but everytime I attemped to, the silence would mute the sound. Could no one see me suffering? I have never felt so alone... so abandoned. Is this what it truly means to live? To have nothing left? To have nobody to care about you; to have to fend for yourself. Having nobody to catch you when you fall. I remember everything. I still feel the pain of each blow, just like it happened yesterday. The sting of every insult; the tears that never fell.
I wish I could forget... I wish I could forgive. If only I could bring them back. They'd know how to save me for sure. Mother would hug me tight, and kiss away my tears. Father would mess up my hair and tell me everything's going to be okay. But that's the biggest lie I was ever told. "Everything will be alright". Things will never be alright. Everything was wrong. I blame myself everyday. A constant reminder; haunting me until the day I die. I remember it all. Detail by detail, word for word. How awful it was... and it was all my fault. My parents were dead because of me.They should've left me behind. I remember it perfectly. I was 7 years-old when 'they' found me.....
(6-years-old):
I looked down at my feet, keeping close to my mommy. Clutching onto her jacket, I tried to keep up with her.
"Mommy, why are we walking so fast?" I questioned as she picked up the pace. She just smiled sadly in return, motioning for me to be quiet. I shut my mouth and remained in her shadow, following her in silence. What was wrong? Why was she sad? I studied her and dad, as they whispered to each other in some language I didn't understand. Out of the blue, we came to an abrupt hault. Straight ahead, there was a man, dressed in all black from head to toe. His face...was horrible to look at. Various scars were scattered across his face, some looking pretty deeply cut. I winced as he looked me dead in the eye, a look holding pure hatred. His eyes were cold, like a gray stone; emotionless. Suddenly, I was pushed behind my mother, landing on the hard concrete. What was happening?
"I see you two have managed to keep him alive..." The strange man stated, the hostility in his voice cutting through the air like a knife.
"What do you want, Montgomery?" My mother replied, fiercly. I admired her confidence. This man looked scary... I hope he doesn't hurt mommy or daddy.
"You know very well what we want." He said, saying it as though it were obvious.
"You can't have him," father contributed. What were they talking about? Him? Was that me?
The stranger chuckled without humor.
"You think you can beat us? You'll only make things worse for yourselves. Hand over the boy, and you all live; happily ever after.." He trailed off, waiting for a reaction.
"Fuck no." My mother said, with a striaght face, almost snorting with disbelief. What did fuck mean? I shrugged it off. Surely, it wasn't an important word... maybe I would ask her that later. I tugged lightly on her leg, whimpering.
"Mommy? What's happening?" She knelt down, and whispered into my ear.
"When I say so, run. Run like you've never run before. Run like that big, scary, blue monster from under bed is chasing you. Run! And don't stop. You remember your Aunt Alice?" She asked, and I nodded in return, not knowing what else to do. She lived in the neighboring town of our house, with her husband, Blake. I didn't like him. He was always mean to me. I don't know what I ever did to him, but he was a bully to me. "Good. When I tell you tell, run to that house. Tell Aunt Alice that it's a code Red. She'll understand. Are we on the same page, honey?" I nodded, once again. Run. Like a big scary monster is chasing me. Go to Aunt Alice's house. Code Red. She kissed my forehead and ran her hand through my hair. "I love you, and so does your father. Always remember that."
"OKay.." I responded, not sure how else to reply. "I love you mommy." She stood up, and whispered something to daddy. I waited, wondering what was going on, still. The world seemed to be getting smaller, closing in on me. The lips of everyone were moving, but I wasn't listening. Then that one word caught my attention.
Run.
My feet were glued to the ground. The earth's weight felt as if it had been dropped upon my shoulders.
"LIAM! RUN!" Suddenly I was brought out of the haze, and everything seemed to progress in slow motion. I broke into a sprint, leaving my parents behind. As I neared the corner, I saw the man pull the trigger. I almost stopped, what was he doing? Something flew out of the object, and mother fell to the ground, father not far behind. No.... As I continued running, tears were gliding down my face. They were gone? How could this happen so out of the blue? Mommy, daddy, wherever you are... we will meet again. And so, I made my way to Aunt Alice's house, walking into the cold, bitter, and unwelcoming arms of a hell I'd soon call "home" .
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