Water soaked through the roof and onto the hardwood floor. With a constant drip.. drip.. drip... (y/n) turned to look through where the rain had leaked in.
Quick footsteps quickly approached his bedroom and his mother flung the door open with wide eyes the size of saucers. She quickly turned to look over her shoulder and screamed. A bronze statue collided with her head with a sickening crack. She immediately fell to the floor, and (Y/N)'s father was standing over her body. He was panting, obviously had been running through their whole house. He turned to the young boy sitting on his bed and smiled, "(Y/N)," he croaked. "Mommy's been bad, so I had to make her go to sleep, okay?" (Y/N) seemed indifferent to the scene that played out, "Is she going to be okay?" He had seen his father beat his mother many times before so he wasn't shocked.
His father smiled and said in a sickly sweet tone, "Why yes, (Y/N), she's going to be... just.... fine." He picked up his wife's body and slung it over his shoulder, "Now stay here, I'll be right back, okay?" (Y/N) nodded his head, "Yes father."
But, (Y/N)'s father never returned. He left a caretaker behind to tend to (Y/N)'s needs, and keep him inside the house at all times.
Years pass, and (Y/N) has grown into a young adolescent, still not allowed out of the boundaries inside his home. The lack of sunlight caused hs skin to be deathly pale and the color of his hair and eyes to dull out to shades of dull (e/c) and (h/c). Every so often, he'd be allowed to look out the window in his bedroom, only on days which his caretaker was in a good mood.
He'd watch the children run down the street, and carriages pass by. He grew envious of the people who were allowed to absorb in the sun's rays, and wished that he could one day escape the prison crafted for him inside his own home. Maybe one day he'll rebel and get out of his jail and enjoy the sunlight, and he'll make sure that day is soon.
