"Waking up early in the morning to get my quick breakfast and rushing quickly back to my room to finish what I've been working on. A story. A story of a teenager whose emotions are very confused for he have lost a lot but never gained any... He never felt happiness, never felt joy, peace, and all he's got is his best friend, Sam. Ever-"
Matthew! Get out of your room and throw the trash away you good for nothing lazy! His Mother yelled from downstairs.
Matthew slowly finishes his sentence from the story he's working on and gets up from his computer.
Hurry up, for goodness sake! His mother again yelled from downstairs.
Matthew rushes downstairs to the kitchen and picks up a big and heavy black garbage bag.
Don't you have school today? His mother asked.
Yes. But I'm not going. He said with a low toned voice.
And why no-. You know what, forget it. I'm not even going to bother. Just throw the garbage already, damnit. His mother said after pushing him off as she walks away. You've done nothing right in your life... You're such a waste of space here!
As he walk outside of the house with his normal dull face like nothing happened, he threw the bag inside the bin with anger; breaking the bag and made a huge mess.
He stood there, staring at the mess while breathing heavily. His mother saw what happened from the window and went to the door. What the hell did you do?! Clean that up or never go inside this house again!, His mother yells as she slammed the door and locked him out.
Matthew's vision turned very dark as he stood there staring at the mess and saw a light under the it. He picked it up slowly while his vision is becoming more gloomy. He started to pass out and ended up dropping on the ground.
Few hours later, he started to wake up and it was already night and quiet as if it was midnight in a very quiet town. The mess is still there and not a single check-up from his mother inside the house.
He looked into his hands slowly and opens his fist to see something that appears to be a silver coin with the writings, "Don't". He did not know what it meant nor he cared. He stood up slowly realizing that nobody cared about him passing out on the floor for hours making him feel very upset and angry.
He walked to his house and tried opening the door. It was locked so he tried pushing it down, bashing it, punching it, and let his anger flow through his body.
I've had enough. Enough of everyone being a fucking piece of shit in my life! I CAN NOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE. He yells as he tries to bring down the door.
He realized that it won't budge and reach on his pocket to get the coin he found. He read what's written there once more and saw it transforming into a key. He tried putting it in the door lock and was able to open it.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! He yells as slowly rushes to his mother's bedroom. He grabbed a hammer on his way up and started to barge into his mother's bedroom.
Why?! What have I ever done?! I've done nothing wrong to you! I've obeyed you, did what you always tell me to do, and what do I get? A loveless mother?! A mother who doesn't care and see the good of me?!
His mother waking up shocked and wondering what's going on. Hunny? What are you doing? She said while scared.
He hits his mother's head with the hammer he was holding leaving her unconcious for a second.
10 years... 10 years of living in this house with no love, no positive feeling. What have I ever done... He said while sobbing.
He looked into his mother seeing blood coming out of her head realizing what he had done.
