Burning Justin

It Was Only the Beginning

"OH MY GOD!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!" Justin screamed at the top of his lungs. His throat started filling up with water as the dark blue ocean swallowed his body whole leaving his head bobbing at the top of it. As the waves crashed into him, the farther he was away from the huge boat.

When he was gazing at the ocean from the boat, he felt two strong hands grasp at his shoulders. Justin didn't have much time to look back at who it was. When he tried to move, the hands picked up his whole body. He tried to scream for help but before he could do anything, he was thrown into the crashing waves. They lapped up over his face before he could scream for help.

"JUSTIN, GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL! AIN'T NOBODY GONNA WAIT FOR YOUR SORRY ASS WHEN YOUR LATE!!" Justins' father screamed from the bottom of the brown wooden staircase, saving Justin from his terrible nightmare.

Justin got up out of his bed with a moan. He got dressed in his usual outfit. His black jeans matching his white Nike shoes. The black and grey T-shirt covered with a red and black plaid jacket. His lip hurt because of his new and improved lip piercing. Justin's left ear had one silver charm from his last birthday when his mother was here. After she left, Justin's father grabbed all of her left behind belongings outside and burned it in the barrel.

Justin's mother was a blonde who always was kind to everyone until one day. When Justin's father became a drink-every-minute kind of guy, his mother got upset and angry. She stopped looking kind. She stopped acting kind. His mother often sometimes forgot to put makeup on so no one would even notice her. She even stopped wearing dresses. Dresses were mostly the one piece of clothing that filled her closet. She would start wearing jeans or leggings. The bright dressy tops became more ghastly to her beautiful tan skin. Her eyes became a less ice blue the more her husband drank. 

After Justin came home from school, he usually saw his father drinking in the den watching tv. His mother sitting in her room staring out the window, wishing for someone to take her husband away. Then he would go into his room and put on his headphones on full blast so he couldn't hear his parents routinely argument. Justin didn't know why she tried so hard. When it was just him and her, she would talk behind Justin's fathers' back. She would talk about him so badly that Justin finally came to say something to change her life forever.

"All your father does is sit on that damn sofa all day watching stupid things. No work. No money. No life. He just hopes that I bring him home some more beer and whiskey. " Justin's mother complained to him while she brought the case of beer out of her cart. The clerk kept his head down to hide his eyes from hers.

Sometimes she scared people to the point where no one wants to look at her face. Justin just thinks that they're all wusses. He always looked at his mothers face even when everyone thought she looked insane. He wasnt afraid of his own mother. But his father can get a little out of hand sometimes. 

In the cold December wind, Justin walked home to see his mother laying in the shimmering white snow. Her face looked fearful. He ran to her side with panic filling his mind. His mother just layed there. No warmth. No comfort. And by the looks of it, Justin's father was no where to be seen outside. 

Justin finally got to his mother to comfort her and help her up. When he tried to pick her up, she screamed in pain. Justin, the scared 12 year old he was, stopped and layed her back down carefully. He skimmed her body to search for any wounds. He stopped at her arm, looking at the blood spot under it. Justin didn't scream. He didn't look away. He just stared at it like his life depended on it. 

"Hang on, mom. I'll be right back. I'll get some help. Just try to not move and hurt yourself more," as Justin reassured his mother, he ran into the house looking for a soft wooly blanket first to make sure his mother wouldn't die of frostbite. 

Footsteps pounded on the stairs. Justin didn't know what had happened. He looked in his parents room and seen the perfect blanket. As he rolled it up to fit in his small arms, his father called for him.

"JUSTIN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!?"

The booming voice scared Justin even more. Justin stopped and thought of the times when he was kind. Caring. Loving. But he shut those memories out remembering his mother who is in need of help. 

He crept out the bedroom, making sure his father didn't see him come out of that room. That was the only room Justin couldn't go in without asking. He didn't have time to ask. His mother could be possibly dead in a minute or two. 

Justin started running down the stairs ignoring everything around him. He didn't even notice his father with a belt in his hand staring at him. 

The little boy ran out the door, trying to hurry to help his mother. He quickly covered the poor fragile woman up with the gray fluffy blanket he found in her room. Everything felt as if it had turned into a slow motion movie scene.