(REMAKE IS UP!) Restitution (CLOSED)

Chapter 11: Dreams and Realities

I saw a few things while I was out. My dreams were a large cluster, nightmares, dreams, but this one burned in my mind for a while. I saw a group of people, actual people, surrounding me and socializing. I walked around a little bit, seeming to be ignored for the most part. Then all of a sudden, my dream took a turn for the worst. Everyone stopped talking and started glaring at me. I had noticed this and tried to pick up my pace a little bit. They started following me, never losing sight of me. Then as I went to a full run, I turned a corner and came to a dead end. When I turned around, the crowd was staring me down. I made a break to the side, trying to get away from them. I heard footsteps quickly follow me in pursuit, now chanting taunts and insults as well as profanities. I felt my eyes begin to tear up as I turned and hid myself in a pile of boxes. Just as I had placed the last box to hide myself, the crowd turned the corner and ran right past me, still trying to find me.

When the crowd went by and I heard them fading away, I pushed a couple of the boxes away and ran in the opposite direction. No sooner had I turned the alleyway had I been spotted by two individuals. As I recognized them, my blood went cold. They locked onto me with both of their hateful eyes. I quickly turned around and tried to run. Again, I was too sloppy. The crowd had come back, now throwing more insults and taunts than normal. I quickly looked at the boxes and tried to run up them. I only got two feet up before the boxes collapsed from underneath me. I fell into the pile of boxes, injuring myself and creating clatter and debris all over me. As pieces of debris were taken off me, the first face I saw was that of my father. He grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me into the air.

"Thought you could get away you little runt!?" I shook my head as tears went down my cheeks.

"Please... no!" I felt a fist crash into my stomach as the crowd roared in approval. My father dropped me as I curled up into a ball, holding my stomach.

"You're pathetic! Can't even handle one sissy punch!" I opened my eyes and saw my mother approaching me. I quickly tried to stand up and run past her, but she grabbed me with one of her hands on my neck and threw me back.

"We're not done with you!" She roared. "You still have to learn your lesson for trying to run away from us." As I picked myself back up, I saw a foot come flying at my face. I was knocked back and thrown towards the feet of my father. He was looking down at me, disappointed and angry. He picked up one foot and stomped it on my face.

"You're a pathetic piece of trash. I don't even know why we put up with you." I tried to push my father's foot off me, but he was pressing down too hard. I started crying madly, pleading with them to stop doing this to me. The crowd only bickered and laughed at me.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" I asked. My father put his hands on his hips and leaned down a little bit.

"You want to know why?" He leaned down until he got face to face with me. "It's because we can, and nothing anyone can do will stop us. Not you, not anyone else." My mother started laughing hysterically.

"But I've done everything you've told me to do! Why can't you just leave me alone?!"

"Because you belong to us you little b████!" My mother snapped at me. "And you'll continue to do as we say until you're broken!"

"Or dead." My father added. "Either way, it will only mean one less mouth to feed." He lifted his foot from off my head and kicked me in the stomach. I grunted in pain and held my stomach. The crowd was laughing and mocking me. I then felt my father grab my hair with his hand.

"Now you're going to get us what we want, or you'll be getting nothing at all. Got it?" Just as I was about to consent, I was dropped to the ground as I heard my father grunt and fall backwards. I curled up into a ball and covered my head, trying to help protect myself. I heard panicked screaming and rapid footsteps as something was going on. I heard my mother run over to my father and pick him up.