A Week Of Hell

The beginning of the end

CRASH! Thunder struck the mast of the ship setting fire to it instantly,
"FIRE, FIRE ON THE MAST SPREADING FAST" Screamed a crew mate as a threatening monster like wave hit the ship almost overturning the old wooden vessel. "GET TO THE LIFE BOATS HURRY" Announced another ringing a large brass bell quicker and quicker untill eventually Sam woke up.

Sam's eyes shot open and he sat up wiping the sweat from his forhead. "Oh god ... What a dream" He exhaled to himself as he spun the half bells to his bust alarm clock. His room was dark and cold with the only other life source being his pet rat rodent (rodent being the rats name). As he looked around he noticed on his reused calendar from a few years prior that today was the day he dreaded.

Getting up Sam put the same clothes he always had to wear and fed rodent some stale bread "I don't want to go ... I feel something is going to happen" he explained to the rat which looked like it was paying attention then went back to eating the bread. Sam looked in his cracked mirror making sure he looked as good as he could with what he had. He looked and didn't like the reflection he saw, he never did his discoloured t-shirt that once was white but is now a light brown colour, his ripped jeans ... Not ripped because of fashion reasons but ripped because that is all he had ... Minus the clothes his loving mother managed to pull together for his trip, he ruffled his greasy brown hair trying to rid himself of his bed head. "How do I look then rodent?" The rat looked at him blinked then went back to sleep "same as always then" The waight that he carrys on himself pushing out a enormous sigh "I really don't​ want to go between my dead beat smack head of a dad beating mum and having to share a room with David my stress levels will be though the roof ... The only reason i am going is because i don't want to waste mum's efforts to get the money together to send me on the trip ... And buy new clothes" looking at the rat sleeping paying as little attention to Sam as possible another sigh came out of his mouth.

BANG! "SHUT UP YOU LITTLE SHIT IF I HAVE TO COME IN THERE YOU WILL GET MORE OF THOSE BLOODY MARKS ... AND THEY WILL BE ON YOUR FUCKING NECK!" That was farther of the year that Sam adored (sarcasm obviously) -FUCK OFF YOU DRUGGED UP TWAT- is exactly what Sam wanted to say but for fear for his life and his mother's he sad "YES DAD SORRY DAD". Just before Sam left he whispered to his pet and possibly closest friend "good bye Rodent ... Here is abit more food as i expect you won't be fed while i am gone" another quarter of the bread was dropped into the cage before Sam left grabbing the duffle bag, that he is curtain had a large quantity of drugs in before, and walked down stairs to say goodbye​ to his frail batterd mother "Mum please go and stay at Grandma's or somewhere i don't want you being here alone with him" as the last word fell from his lips a warm boney hand touched his face "I'll be ok baby go have fun" the beat of her heart could be felt on his chest as she hugged him goodbye then opened the front door letting the little sun there was in and gentaly but lovingly pushed him out and locked the door.

_so this is a idea i wanted to expand on since i had to write a story for a exam ... I guess tell me if you want me to continue it ... And sorry for all the spelling and grammatical mistakes ... I failed English the first time and probably this time soooo yeah ... Thanks if you read this far_