Elements

Chapter 11

Xenon P.O.V.

"Darling, would you sing for me? I long to hear your precious voice again."

"Oh, yes! Of course mother, anything for you."

I started to sing and my mother had a strange look on her face. Her smile faded slowly and the shine in her eyes got stronger. I stopped singing.

"Mother, are you alrig-"

"Shut up you filthy walking pile of shame! I did not tell you to stop singing! Continue on."

"I'm sorry mother..."

"No you're not. You will continue singing and will not stop until your vocal chords bleed."

I started to sing again. My mother walked over and started circling me.

"Oh, you are such an angel child..... Your voice is so delicate and pure.... it's hard to believe you're even my son...."

Her smile returned and the shine weakened, and I started smiling while I was singing, only to have her sit down on the couch again and pick up a book.

I stopped singing and started to walk over to her.

"No! God you are so irritating! I told you to sing until your vocal chords bleed! So do it! Respect your mother you filthy disgrace!"

I started singing again. I sung for hours upon hours upon hours. I followed her instructions. I had two main reasons for this. The first was because of fear shun. The second was because I loved her so very much. 

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My father walked in when I finally stopped singing to me on the floor, drowning in my own blood and my mother yelling at me for being weak.

"What did you do to him? He's on the ground choking!"

"Oh Thomas, I just wanted him to sing for me..."

"What? Until he dies? I know you "enjoy" his singing, but this is ridiculous Alice!"

"B-but Thomas! He's filthy and not worth my time! This is the only way I can ever get some use and entertainment out of him!"

"Why do you always call him filthy?"

"Oh, you know very well Thomas."

"That's not his fault! We both know that no one could control what happened..."

"My cousin could."

"So? What he did was terrible, but this is not Xenon's fault!"

"He's a filthy, dirty, disgraceful child that I wish had never been born! He never deserved to live! For god's sake he wasn't even supposed to be born!"

"Just because he's an incest child does not mean that it is his fault you stupid bitch!"

My mother grabbed a decorative knife that was on the end table and stuck it right through who I thought was my father's chest. He clutched his chest and collapsed on the ground and my mother started laughing hysterically.

I looked up to see my mother staring at me and she bent down to sit beside me on the floor.

"Oh, my son, you filthy little bastard."

I woke with a start and was gasping for air. I rested my head in my hand and breathed deeply. That dream again? Why was I only having these dreams about my mother now? I stood up and walked into the bathroom and stared into my reflection's eyes.

I cringed at seeing my eyes for the first time in a while without my contact in. Why couldn't I just have eyes like my mother's? Her eyes were so pretty, why couldn't I have her's? Instead I have this stupid odd eye. Stupid fucking purple.

I walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I walked back over to my bed and angrily fell back asleep.

"Yes, sing for me more child, you have the voice of an angel..."