Story about a boy

The Night before (Prologue)

As Nathan held a gun to his head, he felt tears dribbling down his cheek. He saw the faces of people he would be leaving behind. Nathan thought of the things he would miss most, as he was sitting there holding the gun to his head. One thing came to his mind, Music... Music to him was a drug that could get him through anything. He ponders in his mind, "will it help me over come, what has happened this time". As he thought, more and more of the things he lived for, more tears aided that endless river that already had started, but what made his tears gush out more is that he lowered the gun. He knew that if he were to die alot of other people would die with him . For some reason to these people he was their salvation, their sunlight on a rainy day. Those now swollen eyes, looked up at the ceiling of his small cramped and dark room as he screamed. "Why cant I pull the trigger and die already god please kill me!" He wasnt the only one to hear that short unpleasent scream to god. Soon there was loud ear piercing pounds coming up the stairs , Nathan no fool to anything scambled off the dusty dirty creaking light brown wooden floor of his room and hid the gun in the loose light brown floor board, jumped on his bed. And started to stare outside from his only sight of freedom from his room the attic, his mom arrived up the three flights of stairs she had climbed to only pound on his door four times then invite herself in. She could only find her son staring out a window with swollen eyes never one to ask are you okay she just stared at him.

        Nathans mother Olivia was an addict to anything she could lay her hands on, her appearance reflected everything she has done. Olivia hair was black but you could see the color fade it was thin and short revealing bald spots and balding areas, she was so skinny it was like looking at a skeleton , and her eyes were those beady eyes that never reflected any pain or suffering her nose was messed up from her cocain addiction and inhaling too many things just to feel "high", no one would ever know that his mother was in her early 30s.        

         She yelled down stairs "Howard, this boy has been crying again can you come and help?". Howard running up the stairs came into Nathans room. Howard was Nathans dad, an alcoholic. Didnt care for the safety and well being of his son he could care less if he found him dead the next day. Howard only opened his mouth to say "Of course I can sweetheart ....But I think it would be better if we could be alone." He said so sweetly she left right away without a single word. As Howard now with his glare fixed on Nathan closed the door and said angrily. " Listen here you little shit I own this house I make sure everyone in this household gets what they need to survive. " At that remark Nathan only snickered a low and smug snicker that set the bomb ticking in Howard off, and boom the explosion happened as Howard lunged for Nathans neck. Now with a strong hold on his sons neck he said. " Was there something funny about what I said ." Yes, its oviously a lie..... I rarely get food or cared for " Replied Nathan gasping for air as he got strangled. " Well thats your fault I didnt tell your mom to give birth to an ungrateful devil like you. " He said almost yelling. " But its a good thing that your bound to die soon I heard devils dont live for long, I give you another 5 to 10 years on your already 15 year old life you are living". Throwing Nathan to the ground, then giving him two fatal blows to the face. He left Nathan there bleeding on the ground..             

        "Bastard ass drunk for a dad" Nathan said between his teeth fixing his jaw, then started to stand up slowly brushing the dirt and dust off his clothes. As he steadied himself, then started to walk he felt the blood leaving his nose and lip falling on his shirt then onto the light hardwood ground in a steady flow along with his tears, as he thought will this ever stop. He walked to his door trembling in every step he took. As he put his hand on the door hesitantly turning the knob, he opened it to only walk across the bare "play room" his mom had set up for her baby she was due to have. That play room was dusty like his room no matter how many times he tried to clean its wooden floors it never stayed clean , its like some one deliberatly brought dirt into the room so he would have to clean it everyday. He walked through that dusty room feeling the dirt stick to him and his fresh wounds, he had finally reached his destination the bathroom.As he looked in the mirror at his reflection he no longer saw someone with cofindence or even a personality that wasnt fake, he only saw a scared and heavily wounded boy. 

      As Nathan stared longer he saw more and more coming from those beautiful blue eyes, that were so blue it made the beach water in Miami look pale in comparison. But the crimson blood that dripped down his face clashed for attention from those eyes, in the end the blood won. As swift as a mouse Nathan pulled the hidden first aid kit out from the hidden compartment he made under the sink and quickly did the job he hated the most, disinfecting the cuts. As he poured the rubbing alcohol on the puff of cotton he regreted saying a word to the son of a bitch he had to call a father. He knew he would have to do it so Nathan applied the cotton puff gently to his wounds, flinching and making a short and low noise of pain every time he applied it. When he was done he had a relieved look on his face. When, he looked into the mirror there was no longer blood dripping but pinkish slashes gaining the blood they lost back. There was one thing he knew he wouldnt be able to hide from people at school tomorrow, and that was the wounds his father had caused.       

          Nathan did the last part of his first aid, he applied neospourn and bandaids varying in size to his upper lip, but for his nose he put a nose plug in his nose that he made from toilet paper, off the moldy rusty old toilet paper holder, Nathan then looked around in a way some would call suspicious, He looked at the mirror covered with smudges and the sides that had mold, the toilet was a long way from clean. With the rusty handle and base, the only thing useable without worrying was the toilet seat ,the shower and tub were dirty with rust mold and mildew growing on the metal and plastic, The sink was the same. The walls were peeling, and the floor was uneven and sinking and curving upwards. Nathan had a disgusted look on his face as he looked around, but then got over it and said. "I think this place needs to be clean". With a little bit of humor in his voice. Humor, the only thing he could use to make himself happy for a quick second, till he realised he was still living and he had to face his parents once more.         

        He opened the door, to exit what he likes to call the bathroom of hell. To the old dusty "playroom" his mom created. Nathan then walked back in his room, closed the door and then walked to his closet to open his drawer, and grab some pajammas out. As he undressed himself then dressed himself, in some red plaid pajamma pants that loosly fitted him and a long white tee-shirt. He opened his door as his mother yelled dinners ready, he walked downstairs ready to eat to only hear once again " Nathan im so sorry but I thought your never really hungry so I didnt really prepare much but you can have this". His mom pointed to the three fork full size of the leftover spagetti nobody else wanted. "Its a small plate but hey its food" said his "father". he stood up not wanting to sit near that bastard Howard and ate his food quickly because he was in a rush to go back upstairs and cause it wasnt alot of food to begin with. Nathan almost threw up "That spagetthi must have had something in it cause they were eatting chicken" he whispered as he walked up stairs. He rushed into his room and closed the door as he sank into his bed for a long awaited slumber it was already 10pm and he need to be ready for school the next morning.