The classroom

CHAPTER 1

"Mom, could I please go to a different school?", asked Matt.

"Matthew Benjamin Cambelton! That school is named after your grandfather! Remember why?", Matt's mom asked, "It was named after him because he sacrificed his own life to save 15 children from a burn house!", Matt's mom yelled.

"I know mom, but it's just the kids who go there...", Matt said while looking down at his feet, "he beat me up, call me names and lock me in the closet."

"The answer is no, you will still go to that school until you graduate.", Matt's mom said, "Now go to your room! We. Are. Done. Talking. About. This.", she turned around and grabbed a knife and sliced at him and cut his cheek.

"Yes ma'ma...", he said while holding his face and crying.

"Man, I wonder what her problem is...We never have money for food, clothes, anything...She always hits me after my dad died.", Matt thought as he washed and treated the cut on his face,"What the hell is her problem anyway? Did I do anything wrong? Maybe I'm the reason she is always mad, maybe I'm the rea-", his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a snort followed by a scream.

"It came from downstairs!", Matt thought in his head.

Matt ran into his room and shut the door and locked it. He heard things being thrown around, flipped, and his mom screaming. He never heard this, he heard a mans voice say,"Shut up you stupid slut!"

Matt wanted to open the door and run down there and kill him, but only standing at five foot two inches and the physical strength of a 5 year old baby. He was hopeless.

About an hour went by, the screaming stopped and everything was quite. Matt walked out of his room, down the stairs only to find a floor the is painted red with blood. A body that is as still as it is bloody. A house that was a messy as it was silent. His mom is laying on the floor, no body movements, no breathing, just laying there is a pool of blood looking right into Matt's eyes.

Matt sat there, on the stairs, just crying. Even though his mom abused him since he was able to walk.

He was alone, he was finally done with the abuse, finally just alone.

He puts his head in his hands, crying. Then, he lifted up his head, and smiles.