Into the Dawn

Gruesome, infected, deadly lumps.
Everything that Lunden was seeing from the window was his worst nightmare. Mother was pressing herbs of different colors against Hilda's face. At the verge of despair, she slapped the little agonizing girl until she scattered in the graveled dirt. She grabbed her mother's leg, scratching her skin in revenge.
"Do not move, fucking rat! You're gonna kill us!"
Lunden was frozen in place. He has never seen her like that. He was just dreaming about it a moment ago, and now it was real, right in front of his eyes.
"Mother! Do not touch her!"
But her eyes were filled with rage and terror. Hilda was running away, she was too scared to face another glimpse of anger.
She looked like a stray cat, crawling down like she wanted to catch one last breath.
"Come back here, you'll regret it a lot more!"
Then he knew he had to do something.
He looked at the old, wing axe from his father, took it held it for quite a while, his hands trembling, before opening the door.