SUNSHINE | changlix

fourteen

* trigger warning : mild mentions of abuse *
the next divider onwards will be safe to read.

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Screaming - that was the first thing he heard when he got back. 

He stood outside the door, his entire body completely unwilling to step foot inside that cursed place he was forced to call his home. His legs went limp as he curled into a ball right outside the front door, hugging his knees against his chest and staring at the pitch black sky, not even a single star shining for him to admire, the moon itself barely visible. 

The place he had to call home was far from being a place of solace, comfort and warmth. Instead, it was a his own personal hell outside his mind - haunting him, imprisoning him, suffocating him. 

He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands but the second he heard locks turning, he immediately jolted upwards and pretended to be fiddling with his keys as the door swung open, a burly man who completely contrasted Felixs' small build stepping out with his arms folded.

"Were you trying to hide again?" he asked, snatching the keys out of Felixs' tiny hand and grabbing his wrist, dragging him inside the house. 

Glass shards were scattered on the floor and Felix could see his broken reflection staring back at him, eyes devoid of any sort of life or happiness. 

He saw that woman crying hysterically on the floor as she picked up a glass shard and admired her reflection within it as her eyeliner streamed down her face, thick black lines all over her cheeks, nearly covering them entirely. 

Then, she started laughing as the man tossed Felix onto the floor, the glass shards slicing through his skin as he fell on all fours.

"He looks like a dog!" the woman screamed, laughing her head off as though she had seen the funniest joke known to mankind. Felix bit his tongue, trying his best to recollect himself as he started lifting himself up to his feet only to be shoved down again by the woman. "Dogs aren't supposed to stand on two legs."

The man held an empty beer bottle over Felixs' head, smiling when Felix quickly averted his gaze. "Are you scared?" the man asked and Felix swallowed his own saliva as he shook his head, fully aware that regardless of his fear, they wouldn't stop their sick version of parenting - they never stopped. 

The woman sat back down on the glass shards, clapping instantly once the man brought the bottle down onto Felixs' head sending a million other shards onto the floor as Felix immediately flinched. 

But he bit his tongue. 

He didn't let a single sound leave his lips as he screwed his eyes shut and clenched his fists into balls. 

The man pulled his hair, almost yanking out a good portion before pushing him against the sharp edges of the glass covered floor, already bored of the fact that he wasn't responding to his incessant torture. 

The woman pouted, picking up another shard of glass and staring at herself in the mirror. She glared at her reflection before pressing the shard against Felixs' skin, slowly drawing blood and staining the white floors red. 

Felix didn't move, afraid that if he did, she would do something completely unhinged and take him down with her. Felix didn't say a word, afraid that it would set off another bomb within their fucked up familial relations with his parents equally contributing to it.