Raise the dead (an Enoch O'Connor origin story)

Part 2

The glistening sunlight stabbed through the darkness of the parkour like a fiery knife. Enoch woke with a start, a little bit startled by the sudden ray of sun. He rubbed his eyes with his pudgy fingers and let out a loud yawn, but not before he felt a small swat on his head. 

"Oh get up you lousy creature!" His mothers voice hissed at him.

"Agh! Alright I'm getting up dammit!" He cried groggily.

His wicked mother turned on her heel and sped away, down the drab hallways of the funeral parlor. Enoch drew himself up out of bed, and threw on an itchy brown sweater,  some black slacks, and also his signature suspenders. He looked around at his drab room. It's beige walls, cracked mirror, lumpy bed, and cedar wood dresser all but stood out. Part of him wanted a different life, something more exciting! If only he had powers or something... what sad hopes for a nobody like him.

He sighed and took one look into his cracked mirror. Still the same Enoch. Pudgy face, dark cadaverous shiners, sandy blond hair, and small lips. He shuddered and thought about how he was definitely less than attractive... no one would really ever love him... how could they?

He then felt a pang in his stomach, and realized he was quite hungry. However, he ignored his hunger pains, for he was trying to become skinny. 

Down the hallway and across the dining room, Enoch's parents sat at a yellow shiny table, sipping their morning coffee.

"Do you think we'll have any customers today Rose? Ever since that new and fancy parlor opened up, we've almost been destitute." Grumbled Emmet as he took a long swig of his drink.

"We'd better get customers. And with customers comes money, and we need money to feed that little disease in there!" Rose growled as she motioned to Enoch's room. 

"True..." sighed Emmet.

Meanwhile, behind the brown wooden door of the boys room, Enoch lay on his floor, crying. All of the sudden, he had been haunted by thoughts about how awful his life was. He yearned to be normal. He yearned to be loved. He yearned to escape this hell of a place. Usually he loved the dead bodies and frightening aura of his home, but now, he just wanted to escape it.