Layers Of Fear

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Jason has always been ignored by his parents. The only time they ever paid him any attention to the poor 15 year old boy was when they were yelling. Jason didn't like it when they yelled, it was scary and what would follow would be a hail of fists and agonizing pain that tore through his frail, small body.

Today was different. Today was Jason's 16 birthday and his parents were sitting at the table with him to celebrate. He had never felt quite as happy as he did at that moment.

But something was amiss.

Something was not right.

Jason's parents did not move, not a single word escaped their lips. "Say Happy Birthday to me, Papa!", demanded the boy but nothing came out of his dad's mouth. Now Jason was sad, "That's no good Papa...you need to be punished."

Jason grinned as he swung the hammer on his dad's head. A stale crack was heard. His dad still did not speak and Jason was enraged. Over and over again the spangly teen brought his hammer down on his dad's head as red paint began to dye his clothes that same crimson colour.

Panting, the boy put down the now bloodied hammer and took a step back. Silently he stood there and watched the flies swarm his parents corpses, his mother's favorite rug covered in red splatters. He could still remember how moments ago his parents had been yelling at him and hitting him in that very room, alive and breathing. Unlike now... Jason didn't like the pain nor the noise so he shut them up. Now Jason longed for noise again, he yearned for it. But his parents still did not speak.

"I knew things would be different from now on."