Everything is changing (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

Louis heard a dangerous noise coming from the wooden bars which were used for the construction of the roof. He ignored it though, only thinking about finding his dad. Deep inside he knew it was for nothing. Somehow his mind didn't set to that though. He kept hoping and running. Hoping for his father to still be alive and running for his father so he could get him out of house full of flames.

Louis had almost reached the door that lead to the living room where the boy had last seen his father. He just wanted to enter when he heard a very loud cracking noise and a bark full of flames fell in front of him.

"DAD" Louis shouted panicky, he didn't get a response though.
"DAD" Louis said, then he jumped over the bark. The flames tried to catch his trousers but didn't succeed. He ran straight through all the flames, to his father, who was still laying in the corner. Eyes closed.

Louis quickly kneeled down next to his dad, only to find him not breathing anymore.
"NO, DAD, NO, WAKE UP!" Louis shouted as he slapped his dad across the face, something he would have been punished for when he had done it before, however, this wasn't before anymore.
"NO, please no" Louis said as he started crying his heart out. "NO" He couldn't believe it, his dad was dead. The person who's last words had been that he thought Louis was amazing. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't.

Louis was pulled back to the normal world by another dangerous cracking noise. He stood up out of reflex. He stopped once he was standing though. He couldn't leave his dad like this. The man deserved  a ceremony and everything. Just as Louis was about reach for his dad's feet and pull him along, there was another cracking noise and a bark fell on his dad.

"NO" Louis shouted, but his dad's clothes were already on fire. The boy turned around and ran out of the house. Trying his best to not catch any flames himself. He ran out of the house. His mum was gone, he didn't know where she was gone to but she was gone. He tried looking for her but couldn't find her anywhere.

He ran, he ran until his legs were too tired to run anymore. He wanted to leave the place he used to call home. The place he once loved and was full of life. Now it was a place of hate and full of death. Maybe no other servant had died, maybe all the servants had done this together. It didn't change anything. His dad had died in there and he had lost his mum as well. Nothing mattered anymore.

Louis stopped running and gradually stopped walking as well. He was in deserted area of the city. That's when he let the first tear slip down his face. One tear soon turned into 20 and Louis sat down on the wet ground. He vaguely heard thunder coming but he didn't care. So what if it would rain. His family would still be gone.

Then something hit him, it hit him hard. What if he wouldn't have gone out to read. What if he would have been in the house when the damned servants started their uprising. What if he would have been there all along. Would he have been able to save his dad?

The tears started flowing out of his eyes even faster. He could have saved his dad. He wouldn't have had to hear those damned last words. Louis wanted to scream, he wanted to scream and hit something, hit it hard. He wanted to destroy every living organism on earth, he wanted to kill every single servant on this planet. They had killed his dad. The only person that had always believed in him, and even if he was a bit strict, he was still his dad. You can't just kill someone like that.

They had wanted to kill his mum as well. She had been tied to a chair. They had wanted to burn her to death. They hadn't succeeded though. That was what Louis kept telling himself. He kept telling himself that she was still alive. She might not have been on the grass anymore when he came out, she was still alive. She had to be. If only she had ran away from those damned peasants.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Louis shouted as he hit the ground with his fist. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't even know who he wanted to kill anymore. He just wanted to kill someone.