(On Hold) A Mellifluous Melody || TharnType || MewGulf (18+)

Chapter Ten

Footsteps chasing could be heard along with voices shouting and calling for a name. The sound incoherent and hazy, but feels as though a search for a person is on.

With heavy breaths and tiny legs waddling through those rocky roads, a little was running as though being chased by someone.

Wet streams of tears flowing through the cheeks, the little boy tried to make as less noise as he could make inorder to not get caught.

Stifled breaths and scars all over the body, the boy not caring about the pain and cuts being caused by running on rough roads barefoot. The only thing going on his mind is I want to be safe. I want to run away as far as I can from all these.

It felt like forever to have been running and he was frustrated and tired and he felt like everything was coming to an end and he'd be caught anytime now. No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape. No matter how hard he prayed, nothing seemed to be working for him.
Alas! He fell to his knees, wailing terribly thinking about his cursed fate.

"Why me?". He said wailing even more.

Calming himself down and being aware of his surroundings, he wiped his tears and kneeled down, with his palms pressed together, Infront of him.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pleaded. "Please God, I'll be a very good boy. Please let me get back home safe to Mommy and Daddy. I miss them and P'Off and P'Gun. I'll eat veggies and not be fussy. I won't bother Grandpa anymore and I won't ask for chocolates and ice-creams anymore. Please God take me home."

His eyes swollen and bloodshot red, with wet streams of tears flowing continuously without a stop sign.

The eight year old kid, instead of playing like his peers, got exposed to the ugliest side of the world at his age. He felt like his world crashing down. The fear of getting caught and be put inside the dark and smelly room getting tortured in worst ways possible, sent shivers all over his body. He couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.

Tears streamed through his cheeks at realisation and he mumbled in between breaths, "I'm hungry. They are bad! They don't give me food and only hurt me. I want to eat Grandpa's cooked food." He wailed like no tomorrow as he missed everything. He missed being home, he missed his grandpa. He didn't even know how long had he been away from home. Days? Weeks? Months? No idea.

Just then, a sound startled him and the hairs on his neck stood straight. He was afraid to such an extent that he started shivering. He looked around to locate where the sound had been coming from and his eyes hovered around the bushes and it felt like someone passed by them.

Few moments passes by and everything was dead silent and it creeped him out that he held on to a stick nearby, inorder to feel safe, at least that's what he thought then being a kid.

A hand on his head was enough to do the deed. He let out a loud screech, enough to make anyone's ears bleed and started swinging the stick in the air with closed eyes. When he heard someone's groan, then he opened his eyes to see who it is.

To his amusement, a small kid around his age or maybe a bit older he couldn't quite figure it out, was standing a few feet away from him holding his hand with a frown, seemingly angry at the act.

The fragile boy was shivering with fear at the expression. As the boy approached him, he curled up more, held his knees up, hid his face in them and held them as tight as he could. Sobbing.

The other boy stopped when he heard the painful sobs coming from the fragile looking boy. The anger from getting hit suddenly subsided and he felt sympathy for this boy. He scanned him and his eyes caught the various scars on the boy's body and it stopped at the boys feet. It had been scratched badly which seemed to happen from running barefooted for a long time and it even had glass pieces in them and the blood was still flowing through them. It looked so painful to him yet the boy was not whining in pain and it surprised him big time.