It was dark and chilly inside the closet. The little boy sought help of this darkness. his heart beat rapidly increased as he heard footsteps approaching the room. Through the little keyhole in the closet, he watched the world outside. his father looked clearly drunk. his steps wobbled as he moved across the room. he shuddered in the closet as he saw his father's deeply frowning face and the red tinged eyes.
he had an empty beer bottle in his hand. The little boy knew he was searching for him. he came closer to the cupboard. A gasp escaped his lips involuntarily. Though he was extremely drunk, his ears were quick to catch that utterance of fear. he threw open the door of the closet. Light invaded the closet and defeated the darkness. he felt bare and cold. Stripped and naked that's what he felt. Fear wrapped his whole being in agony.
his father was furious. he hid his face in between his knees. The only things he heard were his father's furious scream, his chattering teeth and his futile cries for help. his father violently brought the beer bottle down to his knee caps. The glass crashed and his bones cracked. Loud screams of fear and pain resounded in the air
he woke up gasping suddenly. Cold sweat lined his forehead. his heart was still beating fast. Pain shot up through his spine. his entire body was in fire. he slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes, trying to adjust to the irrevocable pain. he had a nightmare. After calming down for awhile, he looked around.
Tubes were attached to him from various sides. he was bandaged up too. he was of course at the hospital. And suddenly he remembered of the incident at the roof. he was alive. he laid back on the bed and watched the ceiling lights, trying to recollect things. he pushed him down from the roof. But he was still alive.
The door to his room opened all of a sudden, shocking him slightly. his mum and the doctor seemed to be in a deep conversation. his mum looked so tired and older, with black hollows under her dim eyes.
she was the one who noticed him awake at first. he watched his mum drop her bag in shock and watch him with a numerous emotions dancing on her face. As if she was the one who regained consciousness so suddenly, she ran to him. Throwing her arms over his resting shoulders as gently as possible, she cried. he closed his eyes and felt her warmth. he felt safe.
"I am sorry. I know I haven't been a nice mum," she told him, crying. her voice trembled. he stayed silent and listened. he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
"But you know that I love you too much, right?" she said, wiping her tears from her tired, ageing face. his throat ached with held back tears.
"Love you too," he said in his rough hoarse voice. he closed his eyes and felt the hot tears under his eyelids. his mum started crying all over again and he let his own tears drop.
his mom and him shared random thoughts and stuff after their emotional breakdown. he felt too tired to talk, so it was she who did all the talking. she told him that he was in a coma for two weeks. And that he had broke his head, fractured his right leg and arm and sprained his back. But the fall hadn't affected his brain too much so the doctor said that he would be fine soon.
she asked him how he was feeling. she told him about his school. she told him how much she got scared on finding him on a pool of blood in the snow. she told him it was uncle who found him there first. But she avoided the topic of what actually happened.
It was after his mom had left, when the doctor was supplying him with his medications, the question was arisen by the doctor, "Why did you do it, son?"
"Do what?" he asked tiredly.
"The suicide attempt," the doctor said gently. he looked at the doctor in unfeigned surprise.
"What? I didn't try to kill myself," he said in shock. The doctor stopped his work and stared at him.
"Then?" The doctor asked.
"I was pushed down by someone," he replied. The doctor sat down on the chair.
"By who?" the doctor asked.
"Michael Frost," he replied darkly.
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Frail
Short StoryHe was Frail Physically and mentally. He was King Of a kingdom Ruled by others. Completed✔️ Hope Mist Awards First Place Winner