Luka: Shattered Past

2nd September 2010

Dear Diary,
                    I woke up in hospital three days ago, I'm writing this as I sit in a hospital bed, my body aching to the extreme. My head is also very fragile. Bones were broken. I don't remember at all what happened. Though apparently from what I heard when the doctors were explaining to mom what happened as I gained consciousness, I lost a lot of blood. They said it was a miracle I was alive. When I was able to speak clearly, I asked Juleka what happened, she didn't want to tell me. However, I found out when a police officer interviewed me. My dad did this to me. I remembered what happened. I cried for hours, unable to comprehend it all. Ever since the incident my dad has gone missing. The police are trying to find and arrest him... I don't know how to feel about that. Would I miss him? Today, mom held me in her arms, with Juleka by my side, she said that she would always protect us. We won't be hurt again. Mom then explained to us that she knows someone in Paris who's willing to sell her a houseboat that we can live on. We'll be moving! I've heard many stories of Paris. The wonderful sights, the exciting culture full of art and music, I always wanted to go. Furthermore, they say it's the city of love. No more hate or pain. I can't wait! We'll be starting a new life, we'll be a happy family again. I can't believe it...

                                                            We are free.

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THREE DAYS BEFORE

Once again, the two adults were fighting.

Luka and Juleka sadly couldn't escape to their bedroom in time as their father arrived home quietly, as though he wanted the ugly confrontation.

"So ya seeing someone else huh?! Another one of your countless playmates?" His mother sneered with menace rightfully at his father.

"OH SHUT UP! You should know by now that I never loved you! You couldn't satisfy me even if you tried!" He retorted, his eyes blood-shot, his movement irregular and unpredictable.

Luka stood in front his little sister, ready to protect her if their father was to take out his frustration on her too. He could never predict his father's actions.

"I don't give a fuck how you feel towards me! We have children! YOUR CHILDREN!  You're going to abandon them?! Don't you at least love them?!" Their mother pleaded while pointing out their children for him, attempting to knock some sense of humanity into the damaged man.

Julian glanced at them, glaring at them with no feelings shown. He said nothing, as though it was his answer.

Anarka was stunned, and not in the surprised way. She was furious. Her inner temper and snappy attitude were about to go wild. "Not even our children... I hate you... I HATE YOU! YOU SELFISH OLD-" Before she could even finish her rant, the stronger man attacked her. His hands colliding with her torso as he violently pushed her.

Luka saw complete red. That was it. He charged at the monster.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" He yelled in anger, kicking his father straight in the leg as he knew the man would lose his balance. As Julian tumbled over, Luka delivered more hits, getting out his pent-up frustration that he held for so long towards the evil in front of him.  Meanwhile Juleka ran over to her mother as aid.

"You little shit!" The man shouted in exasperation. His fists fully clenched.

Julian aggressively picked his son up by the neck, Luka was struggling immensely, flailing his limbs frantically. He was beyond scared.

"DAD! WAIT STOP I'M SORRY!" Luka desperately begged whilst trying to breathe, and before he could anticipate what was going to happen-

"LEAVE LUKA ALONE! JULIAN, what are you-? WAIT, NO!!!" Anarka screamed in terror.

The stronger man ran towards the barrier of glass, without a movement of hesitance, he hurled his son towards the window, the horrified shrieks of his mother and sister followed the very impact of the glass breaking.

"LUKA!!!"

Luka's hands were reaching out for the help of his family, the shattered pieces of broken glass descending with him. The world around him was in slow-motion, his soul full of shock and fear.

His future life and loved ones flashed before his eyes, the life he wanted to live, to experience and cherish.

Mom, Jules... I'm sorry...

A final tear was shed as he closed his eyes for the inevitable.

Bones were snapped. Blood was spilled, pouring out from the punctured wounds full of glass, screams of the city's locals pierced the air around, the faint sounds of an ambulance siren grew louder, his muffled name being repeated over in a frenzy.

Soon after, his rhythm was almost flat like a dead note.

His song temporarily perished from existence.

A shattered past closing to an end.