the little boy who came from hell.

side b.

a sudden scream woke remington with a start. his eyes adjusted to his surroundings & he noted that he was still in the bathroom & it was noticeably darker. he tried to sit up but he slipped. he realized that his blood was all over the floor & seeping out & staining the ugly gray carpet outside. his ears where still ringing but he quickly realized someone had been banging on the bathroom door. he was too weak & the floor was too slippery for him to even try to get up, so he just reached & unlocked the worn out old door lock, attached to the dingy & rusty black metal door.
the door burst open a second later & the dim hallway light began to flood into the bathroom. remington winced as he noticed the figure standing above him. emerson stood towering over him with tears running down his face. sebastian was sprinting towards the bathroom, the shitty home phone falling to the floor as he ran, the 911 operator still asking questions. it took remington a second to figure out what was going on, everything still blurry & the room spinning, he weakly slumped himself against the wall as sebastian fell to the floor next to his disgusting, broken body & emerson slid down the wall, still shaking & crying. he had reached out & grabbed his brothers bloody hand, squeezing it as tears streamed down his face.
"rem? remi?? remington-"
remington's eyes fluttered back open for just a moment & he realized sebastian had been calling his name but remington hadn't registered it until he began to scream it.
"remington what happened?? are you okay? do we need to go somewhere-"
i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine he thought to himself.
"it's okay sebastian. i'm okay."
emerson drew a sharp intake of breath before shakily speaking,
"what happened? remi what happened? i thought you were dead. p-please don't do this to me."
remington had stared at the young boy in front of him for the longest time. his hand intertwined with that of his younger brother, tears streaming down his face from his red, puffy eyes. shaking so violently remington was worried he'd get whiplash. he didn't know what to do. seeing the pain he had caused his brother. this kid was his best friend- & he would do anything to stop the pain.
"em, it's okay." it's not.
"i promise i'll never leave you, i promise." he lied.
"please stop crying, i'll be fine." he won't.
a sudden searing pain came from his right arm. sebastian had pressed his thumb down on it, not realizing what remington had done or where the source of the bleeding was until
remington suddenly exclaimed,
"ow, shit!"
startled, sebastian reached above his head & flipped the bright light on. it was a terrible light, it glared & was that of the type you would see in an interrogation room. remington quickly closed his eyes as the light stung them, threatening to so coldly take his eyesight away. his oldest brother however, stared in horror at the scene around him. emerson suddenly stopped crying, only to start a second later & harder than before. it was only now that remington could see the horrendous sight he had created. blood, staining every tile & spilling out under the door, forever leaving a crimson reminder of the worlds biggest mistake. his arm was split open & blood was just pouring out. his razor was halfway under the sink & he had hoped that no one had seen as he kicked it under the rest of the way.
sebastian was still having trouble putting the pieces together as he stared at his younger brothers arm. his baby brothers arm. his red, scar covered arm. he had grabbed it & begin vigorously cleaning it off. scrubbing the stained & splitting skin until the skin looked somewhat normal. he examined remingtons arms as he bandaged them. every little scar he noticed. running from the start of his wrist to the skin right before the shoulder. deep cuts & narrow cuts where everywhere on his skin, it was hard to look at. sebastian couldn't bare to see his brother in such pain, but one thing caught his eye. the cuts from which the blood was spilling. boy from hell he thought to himself. boy from hell. sebastian was horrified. he's heard his mother say these things to remington before. he hated that women. he fucking despised her. he didn't know remington would ever do something like this to himself. it was terrible. it was awful. he felt awful. he could've been there for him, he should have seen it coming. he would have helped. goddamnit, he's a horrible brother. horrible horrible horrible. how could he let this happen? tears began to poke at his eyes & he put his arm around remington, letting the fragile, skinny boy sob into his chest.
for a minute, sebastian had turned his attention away from the broken & bleeding delicate boy on the cold tile floor & onto emerson. his baby brother had his head in rem's lap & his delicate pale fingers wrapped around remington's bloody, frail hand. sebastian kept a close eye on both of his younger brothers, making sure emerson didn't throw himself into another panic attack & checking every couple minutes that remington was still conscious. from the dim light out in the narrow hallway with the nasty gray & now blood red carpet & the blinding light in the worndown bathroom that currently looked like a crime scene, sebastian could see a bruise on remington's cheek. he ran his finger over the dark purple mark on his cheek & let out a sigh. fuck his mother he thought.
fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.
emerson's mind raced. remington had hurt himself. his brother. his best friend. he had been hurting himself for quite some time. he had been hurting & emerson didn't do anything about it! he should've seen it coming! remington was abused. he knows that he is. he's tried so many times to help him, but he can't even get one slender finger on the brass knob before he breaks into hysterics. he was useless. he was useless as a brother & he was useless as a best friend. emerson lifted his slim, bony hand- the one that wasn't intertwined with remington's & wiped his tear filled eyes. he looked up at remington's face. his eyes tired, sunk into his sockets. his skin pale, littered with purple bruises. his arm cut & torn. red & white. he let out a deep, heavy sigh. his mind began to drift off & his eyelids were as heavy as freight trains. it was not long before he gave in & everything fell to the darkness.
sebastian had closed the heavy bathroom door so him & his brothers didn't have to worry about their mother. he flicked the absurdly bright light off before sliding back down & letting his younger brother fall asleep on his shoulder. sebastian looked over at his other brother to notice that he was fast asleep, head resting on remingtons lap & hand wrapped around rem's hand. through all the horrific events of tonight, he let out a small smile. he loved these boys. he loved this kids with all his heart & would do anything to keep them happy. this is the first time in months they've all been together for more than ten minutes. he wanted to get them out of here. he had to get them out of here. soon afterwards, sebastian's eyelids began feeling heavier & heavier. his head slid across the sleek white wall & he fell fast asleep, not even giving a second thought to the fact that their mother could walk in at anytime & bring an end to their only happy moment for days to come.
& so, we have our little broken family of three. the one who had to step in for their deadbeat father, the one who became known as his mothers biggest disappointment & the one who was the spawn of a marriage torn to shreds, falling fast asleep on the blood soaked tiles, that not even hours earlier had been coated in remington's thick red blood. the screaming chaos coming to a closeted whisper, just for one night.