Love under the Moon...

Chapter Two: The real Hell

[A/N: LOTS OF CURSING IN MALE's P.O.V., NOT TO BE RUDE/VULGAR, JUST SHOWING HOW MY CHARACTER TALKS. ENJOY!!!!!!!]

"This can't be real." I said to myself.

I knew I hadn't walked home and I hadn't gotten a ride. But I didn't want to be here either, I wanted to be back in the swamp, with him. Sighing I looked out the window. The night was still as the barn outside. The tall corn plants swayed in the cold wind. But the moon couldn't be seen from my bed. I leaned my back against the wall, sadness rushing over me ever so quickly. I could just feel the tears wanting to poor from my eyes like a waterfall.

My room was almost empty and clean. The walls were white and the floor made of dark wood. My dresser sat in the corner of my room, next to my closet. My walls were bare as the floors. This room used to belong to me and my brother. His name was Bow and he was my twin brother. He went missing the night our mom died. We were running through the corn fields in our back yard, trying to get away from our stepfather. The dogs had my scent, but not his. I ran towards the house and he got away, but I was caught.

Now I live here with my step father and my four step brothers. They're all sick in their heads. They're rapists, murderers, and robbers. All I want to do is scream for help but no one would help me. They're all scared of them and if they helped they'd end up like the rest of the people who tried to take them down, they'd end up in the ground. The only good one out of them all is the youngest one, his name is Jackson. I call him Jack, though.

He watches over me when I'm stuck here. He has kept me safe and let me know when the others were mad, so I could get out to the barn. He is a sweet guy, but he try's to act like his brothers.

I slowly crawled out of my bed. I stood shaking, but walking to my door, out into the dark hallway. I peeked my head out to see if anyone was still up. The house was quiet, so I took my chance. Slowly I walked down the hall to the stairs. As I walked down the stairs I looked into the living room. The television was on, but no one was on the couch or in the chair. Slowly I walked to the bottom and and made my way to the bathroom. After getting done in the bathroom, I walked into the kitchen to get a drink.

I walked on the cold tile floor and in front of the stainless steel sink. The floor was ever so cold, mainly because someone had spilled water and never cleaned it up. I grabbed a hand towel and wiped up the water, hanging the small towel over the edge of the sink when I was done cleaning up the spot.

I stood in front of the white sink, looking out of the small window. Looking in the backyard brought back so many memories from when I was younger when life was good and my heart was at peace. A time when I had a family. I closed my eyes, picturing the past. I could see my family, my real family.

We looked so happy together. Running and playing together, smiling and laughing. We were once all together, now it was just me, all alone and on my own. I never thought I could hate it here so much. All our memory's are here, even the night my family passed. I should just see the pain and fear in my brothers eyes and the anger in my mothers. But all the same, I can still remember them...

We all were on our knees next to each other, watching as the light from the large bon fire glowed and brightened the night. Our mothers arms wrapped around me and my brother and my father standing in front of us, looking the man in the eyes. My mother held me and my brother close to her, not letting us look the evil ones in their eyes.

"The eyes are the window to their souls, but these men don't have any. Their hands are stained by the blood of the innocent and their souls are replaced by demons. The only place they will ever go is back to hell." my mother spoke to me and my brother.