Hush and Listen

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Chapter One.

"Judas," he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay Dad," I replied dryly. Blood trickled down my chin. I could feel my swelling left eye throb in pain. Hopefully it's not noticeable, I thought.

"Son," I stared vaguely upward at my father, "Why'd you have to make me mad?" Father paused; his uneven breathing sounded through the room. "You blocked my view...Yeah...it's your fault." My father stalked out of the room, giving me a last glare before he disappeared. Time seemed to pass by slowly as I lay on the floor. Confused thoughts flickered before my eyes as the scene replayed in my head. I saw myself listening to my iPod when the headphones died out. My father slept on the couch, the television lazily flickering colors. I had stood up to get the extra pair of headphones on top of the TV. As I stood in front of the TV my father's voice sounded from behind. "You bastard get the hell out of the way!!" He bellowed. I stared at my father confounded.

That's all I can remember clearly, the rest of the memory is hazy and filled with confusion. Crunching blows connected with my face. My thoughts were that of escape as I ran to my room. I think that's when I tripped, trying to recall the memory. I lied on the floor as my father's body towered over him. "Now you bastard ima teach you some good 'ol respect." That is when everything went numb, on the floor I bled slowly hoping to die. Slowly, the memory drifted away into the night sky as the present pulled me back. Ouch, I thought. I have to get up. I struggled to get to my feet but my feet seemed to have paralyzed. I could hear my breathing coming out forced and quick. The sound of crickets filled the night. Fuck it all; my fist came down on the wooden floor. Got to get up; pressing my palms on the floor I managed to balance onto my feet .Alright I'm up, slowly I moved my legs forward. The walk to the bathroom became a challenge I would never have imagined, with each step pain seared through my limbs. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom; gasping every other step. Finally, I reached out for the knob, lazily turning it, my arms aching as I stepped into the bathroom the lights flicked on. Still need to get used to these stupid lights, I thought. Ouch, I stared horrorstruck at the person in the mirror. That can't be me, I began to think, it can't be me. In the mirror I saw a boy. The boy was roughly fifteen or sixteen; his hair was a dark shade of brown and his left eye outlined in purple. Dry blood was smeared all over his chin. "Holy, CRAP!!!" I exclaimed. I could see the bruises, marking my pale skin like tattoos on a gangster.

"How could you do this, tomorrow is registration," I whispered to the boy in the mirror. I felt an unforgivable rage at the helpless boy whose brown eyes stared into mine in unfathomable rage. So helpless, so alone, my mind ranted on. No, I screamed back at that poisonous voice. I will never again be helpless, tears trickled down my cheeks at this simple thought. The room seemed to still, the breeze flowing in through the opened window above the fluffy pink toilet. A shattering noise sounded through the small room. I felt the sting as blood trickled down my fist; it was as if something else had taken over me seconds ago when I made the choice to lash out. "Never again," I murmured. I swiftly turned around, feeling the grief crawling towards me as I made my way out of the bathroom, staggering as I closed the door; I turned to see the shattered mirror, in it was the boy who now was shattered also. That's not the reason why I felt that unbelievable pressure on my chest, all I could think of was the last glimpse I had of the boy's eyes, his eyes that seemed fit for a dead person.

I managed to make it to my bed without falling. Kicking a few shoes and clothes aside as I made my way, I had reached my bed; I was pulling the blue jay covers back when my phone vibrated. Damn who can it be now? Man I'm tired of this life, this hell we call earth. I pulled out my crappy phone from my jeans' pocket. My phone read New Message from: Dimitri ^-^. I cracked a smile; give it up to Dimitri to fill your head with stupid ideas when you feel crappy. Shaking my head I clicked on View Message and read, "Hey? O.o I just got my new clothes today I told you about. Wanna meet up tomorrow?" Sigh, I began texting back, "Yeah, I can't believe it. Maybe we'll meet up," I thought yeah we'll meet up if I can find make up to cover my bruises but I continued texting, "Hey bring make up tmrw, k? Im tired. Goodnight." I flipped his phone shut and collapsed onto my bed, lying down only made my body ache even worse. Crap, I began to think of the bruises again; hopefully Dimitri is good with make up because these bruises are going to need a lot of cover up. "Your souls on FIRE! It's BLACK AND WHITE!" Crap that'll be Dimitri I thought. Picking up the phone I answered, "Hello?"