LIGHT

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Darkness.
War stare at the dark ceiling in his room.  Looks gloomy.  Without a light.

War laid his body on the cold floor, no matter the darkness around him.  He's not afraid.  His fear was nothing with what he felt now.

He had been lying for 2 hours on the hard and cold floor.  Staring out the window blankly.


So quiet...
Without words...
Without a sound...


His body so stiff.
He felt pain all over his body.


His feelings were mixed with his mind.


'What's his sin?'
'What's his fault?'
'Why do I deserve all this?'


All the questions that have no answer for War.

3 hours ago he just got back from Siam to buy a book for his assignment.  Of course, he went in and out through his bedroom window.  War only hopes he will find the key later.



War working on his assignment., and suddenly Tarra entered into his room with his angry face.

“Where your house's key?” he shouted.

War shocked by his father's question.

'Why did he ask for the key?'

“I ... I told you. I ... left in ....”

Before War finished his words, his leg kicked War's chest unexpected.

“Urggh...” War fell to the floor hard.

“You think I'm stupid, hah?!”  Tarra snapped.

'Wh ... what's wrong?  Does he realize I lost the key? ' 'no way.' thought War.

“Aren't your house keys attached to your stupid keychain? And what is this?.”  Tarra shows the keychain which is already without the key.

War shocked to see his keychain in his father's hand.

'Ho ... how did he know?' his face turned pale. War didn't know what to say.  His face filled with fear.

“I ... I'm... I'm sorry. I ... I'm not ....”


Again ... his legs flew back to War's body.
Once ... BRUGH “... ugh”
twice ... BRUGH “... argh”
third ... BRUGH “... ughh”
umpteenth...


Kicks, punches, even his baseball bat landed on War's thin body.

War just cried in silent, he was afraid that if his voice came out loud, then he would get more punches.

His tears flowed without stopping.  War could only bite his lips to endure all the pain he received.

Tarra quite smart, since War was a child, he always hit the place where it could not be seen by others. Not even once, including his face.

No one would notice that behind the thin cloth covering his small body was covered with bruises and blunt injuries from his father.

After Tarra satisfied with his work.  He glared at his only son with hatred in his eyes.

“Tsk, why you have to be born huh ?!” he kicks War one last time before he leaves War's room and goes somewhere.

it's hurt...
it's hurt...
it's hurt...
It shattered his heart to pieces for the umpteenth time.

The pain in his body was nothing compared to hearing the words from mouths of his one and the only family ... his own father said something like that.