The Boy and The Beast: Humans Harbor Darkness

some stories have sad endings

Some stories have sad endings...Y/n had learned that recently. 

Y/n had seen it all. From the backseat strapped in tightly, she had seen how Mama's hair flew rapidly around the seat, curling like vines as if to hold on just a little bit. How the glass from the windows cut like little tacks into her skin. How it had left the car shredded in leather and blood. 

Y/n had seen how some of it hit her own arms that were shielded against her face in protection. She could just barely see through the crack in her arms to see Mama, but her eyes took the sight none the less. Mama was limp. The smell of smoke wafted into Y/n's nose and everything started growing blurry. At first, it was only around the edges, her vision blurring out everything but her Mama. 

Then it was Mama, who was now just a shapeless figure of brown and red against a dark leather seat. 

Y/n's head drooped down to face her lap, slowly losing consciousness, the red blobs of blood began to soak through her purple shirt causing it to darken. 

It didn't hurt. Not at all.

Y/n couldn't feel a thing, not with Mama sitting in the front, her skin increasingly going pale by the seconds. Not when the smell of blood overtook her. Not when everyone was screaming.

 Not when the rain began to pour down her face

...no rain either...only tears

The only screams Y/n was hearing were her own.

Y/n knew this story had a sad ending.

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The hospital was endless piles of grey, chemicals, and sadness.

The words constantly rang inside Y/n's head.

"Dead upon arrival of Medics." "Dead at the scene." "Deceased."

Mama was gone. 

No more tight hugs after long days at school. No more smiles in the evening sunset after they had gone to get ice cream together. No more. No more. No more.

Why did it have to end?

Y/n's hands clutched tightly at the hospital gown, hands close to her heart. It was dry and scratchy, like hay carving memories against her young skin. A faint thump sent her hand up and down. The hospital bed was horribly cold. The blankets smelled like someone else's home. The cold, dark, sinking feeling in your chest when you realize this is what life is now.

Y/n's chest that sucked in the air grew even heavier as each second passed. Like a timer counting down to her final breath. But it would be okay. She still had Ren. Her big brother.

Ren who shared these moments with her. Who laughed at her side. Who smiled. He was strong.

He had come to visit her. Ren was there when Y/n had awoken. Her eyes blinking out the haziness. He smiled softly. His tan hand reaching up to ruffle her hair before pulling back just before it reached its destination.

"Can't injure you anymore." He laughed. Pulling away to show her his muscles before laughter erupting from him again. 

He didn't know....did he? No, he couldn't. There was no he knew. No way he could smile as if everything would be okay like Mama wasn't really gone.

Perhaps the faint and distant words that echoed inside Y/n's mind were lies, perhaps it was all wrong and Mama was alive.

Ren continued to visit during all the free time he had, for the week Y/n was in the hospital.

 The day Y/n was released he didn't come to get her with there Aunt and other of Mama's family.

The car ride back to her house was cold. It wasn't a home without Mama in it. Deadly silence engulfed Y/n in the back of the car, tears dropped from her eyes like stars falling from the sky. Quickly. So fast if you blinked you would miss it. The only evidence that they ever existed pooled up on her tiny hands that had curled up in her lap, little rivers running down each side.

"Don't cry." A harsh voice pounded at her. Her Aunt, Mama's older sister. Her face was cold, blank and unresponsive, as Y/n looked up with tear-stained cheeks and raw eyes. 

"She was my sister." The woman continued before tearing her eyes away from the mirror.

"She was my mama." Y/n said back. Her voice was quiet, cracking and unstable. 

The woman let out a 'huff' in reply. Ignoring Y/n the rest of the ride, not that there was anything else to say.

Y/n's tears continued to fall.

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Y/n found Ren. He was sitting alone in his room. His eyes blankly stared as he gazed out his window. Down at the garden they had all made together. Beautiful flowers that contrasted nicely against the green grass in summer.

His hair was messier than usual, and his room was a danger zone. Clothes were left scattered everywhere, hanging hazardously from one piece of furniture to another. Toys knocked down in clumps, some now broken.

His face empty but his eyes were red. Puffed out slightly and looking dry.

He knew.

After moments of uneasy silence, Ren's eyes still glued to the ground below him. He spoke.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He said. His voice grew in both octave and sound by the word.

He repeated it. Again and again and again.

By the fourth and final time he turned to Y/n, his eyes were harsh as his words spat from his tongue like acid.

Y/n could see the angry tears that gathered in his eyes. The slight furrow in his brow as he shook.

"Why didn't you tell me Mama was dead?"

The words echoed off the walls and hit Y/n multiple times. Her eyes were wet and her body was shaking. Y/n couldn't breathe. 

Everything else was a blur from then on. Just like before.

Ren had run away that night, away from everything including Y/n.

Y/n looked down in his window the next morning, a cop had come to talk with the adults. 

Y/n would forever regret those words she said in response to his question.

"I don't know."

From this point, Y/n could see it all. She could see what Ren saw now.

The flowers in their garden had withered.