the little boy who came from hell.

side a.

remington leith was your average waste of space. his mother was always out, hooking up with drunk, drug addicted, beat up men. his older brother sebastian was always out working, struggling to make enough money to support all of them & his youngest brother, emerson was struggling badly with anxiety & was always locked in his room. & remington? well let's just say he was his mother's biggest regret.
his mother you see, hated remington since the day he was born. her husband, a drug addicted old sap hadn't even realized she was pregnant until she came home from the hospital holding our little baby rem. he raged at the thought of having another life to support & became more & more abusive towards his wife until the news came that she was pregnant with another child & he fled on the spot. his mother however, turned to drugs to fill the void in her heart. she became a useless druggie, pregnant with a son who would grow up with terrible, crippling anxiety & trust issues.
years later, upon realizing that her second eldest son was the reason her husband had so coldly ditched her all those years ago, she became cold & abusive towards remington when he was 13. she wouldn't dare lay a hand on her other two children, emerson & sebastian, but that wretched kid must've come from hell she thought. he caused her so much pain, so much hurt. he deserved to hurt back.
     his oldest brother had a vague idea of what happened to remington while he was working his ass off to keep this family above water & he felt awful, he really truly did- but he couldn't do anything about it because he was always working & their mother couldn't go to jail. she just couldn't. this was troubling for sebastian. he cared for his two brothers with his whole heart, so coming home & seeing him covered in bruises & scratches or hearing him sob quietly in the locked bathroom because he didn't want anyone to hear him was the hardest thing for sebastian. he just wanted to hug him & tell him it'd be okay & that he would get them out of this hell hole. he wished he could do anything just to see that adorable smile of his, that has become so foreign to sebastian that he's beginning to forget what that happy little 12 year old even looked like. sebastian sighed, he just wanted to give a great big fuck you to his mother, she ruined his once happy family. she beat remington until he was nothing left but a broken shell of the boy he used to be. she took dozens & dozens of drugs while pregnant with emerson, fucking him up in the head so bad & god, he would do anything to make remington & emerson happy again. anything.
     his youngest brother, we've come to know by the name of emerson. emerson was a young 15 year old boy, with terrible, terrible anxiety. it got to the point where he couldn't even come out of his room because the sight of his older brother & best friend sobbing & covered in bruises would send him into horrible panic attacks & he could do nothing but shake & cry, which only made remington cry more. the sight of his mother, bringing home guy after guy & hearing the bed-frame smack against her bedroom wall repeatedly would cause emerson to get violently sick & become light headed. sometimes, it would get so bad that remington would have to sit with him for hours on end, hugging him & doing anything he could to make him feel better. his anxiety got so bad that eventually, he just isolated himself in his room & did nothing but draw- his only coping mechanism for the crippling anxiety he was cursed with.

     remington was broken. laying in a ball on the cold, hard bathroom floor, his mother's words echoed through him over & over again until he was just a shaking, sobbing mess. his shallow & uneven breaths slowed down & his heart beat quickened as he reached under the sink to pull out a box. his box. with shaking hands he pried the lid off & picked up his razor, letting the blade shine in the pale moonlight spilling in from the window in the bathroom of their apartment, on the 23rd floor of a shitty complex building. he took a deep breath, almost choking as his chest was still heaving.
the boy who came from hell. his mother's words kept bouncing around in his mind, as if his brain was a jail cell & all he could do was throw around his mother's insults until he became free from the mental restraints his mother had placed him in.
     many times remington had thought of running away. but he couldn't. he couldn't do that to sebastian & he couldn't abandon emerson. he just couldn't. but sometimes, sometimes he wondered if their lives would be better if he just disappeared. sebastian wouldn't have to work as much, his mother could become clean & emerson wouldn't have to hid all the time. they could be a happy family again & remington would just disappear. maybe one day, he had thought. turning his focus back to his arm & razor, with one final deep breath, he rolled up his sleeve, searching in the pale light for any spot on his arm that wasn't covered in thick, deep cuts. they decorated his whole arm. pretty little scars littered everywhere. there wasn't an inch on his arm you could find that didn't have the ugly red reminders of his broken life.
     after realizing there was no space left unmarked, he began making deep slits, crisscrossing over the others. he would gasp in pain as they ripped open & began to bleed, it hurt so much but it felt so good. i deserve this, he thought. he kept carving his arm until he finally felt he got somewhat of what he deserved. he'd never truly get everything he deserved though. after checking over them with his tear soaked eyes, the blood loss was getting to him. he began to feel dizzy. everything was spinning. he thought for a minute he was going to die, but everything quickly came to a halt as the room went black. he passed out, his tear stained face hitting the floor, blood spilling out from his arms & staining the pearly white tile underneath him. the razors being coated in thick red blood, his arm throbbing & relentlessly bleeding, forever adorned with the big thick letters he had carved, spelling out "the boy from hell."