As the snow swirls through the air, he grew cold, although he is safe inside a warm house. His heart drops as he think of his mother who waits for me now that school was canceled. School was his safe heaven from the horrible monster that comes out of his mother with the alcohol that she consumes every night. He would know that right now, she will be awakened, as he was supposed to be getting on the bus, getting away from her house and this house. Her breath will reek of the cheap booze that she got at the liquor store up the street, which she bought as she had still been half drunk from the night before with money that was most likely from his collage savings.
The dank coldness of the air soaked his bones as he stepped out of the house to get the mail that he knew that it was full of bills and notice of eviction. The snow crunches under his boots and the street was silent as the snow falls and falls, while coating his eyelashes. The wind whips at his face, turning it a bright red color, while the gentle snow flakes his face. A contradictory storm whirls around the corner as he can almost hear the bus coming around the corner and his tears freeze on his face as he turns to tread up the too short driveway. The doorknob all but freezes his hand and wipes away the first of the many frozen tears that he will shed that day.
When he stepped inside the cigarette smoke hits him in the face. On the tattered old couch his father left, his mother sits with a half empty bottle of vodka in her hands and a cigarette in the other. The tv is the only light in the dib lit living room, with the bottom of the screen showing the multitudes of school closings that are a result of the harsh winter storm.
"Your father is at work darling, make sure that the kitchen is clean before he gets home" his mother rasps as she than takes a swing of the bottle. He sighs and rattle off the thing that hes said for the past year and a half.
Sometimes I just want to run away to escape this hell he thought as he balls his hand.
"Dad left us, mother. You know that he left a year ago" he said.
"No, no, no, hes just at work, hell be home soon" his mother slurs. Her hands shake the almost empty bottle and sits back down on the couch, her eyes glazing over to him and the world once again. The snow taps and whirls against the window banging to get inside. A loud bank comes from the living room, while his mother falls to the floor in her drunken stupor.
Silence filled the tangy tense air, suddenly a loud squeaky creek was heard from behind him, the door had been opened with no one there, then he heard a shot ring out. Upon impact he let out a shriveled scream of agony and pain.
This is it; I'm going to die he thought as he could feel a cold tear trickle down his already red face.
Feeling the bullet on impact he could feel it pierce through his delicate snow-white pale skin, causing a gaping whole in its wake that quickly began to fill itself in blood that rapidly gashed out. Allowing himself to fall limp to the ground as all he could feel had been his own blood sink into his now bloodstained clothing, chocking on his own crimson blood in the process.
His body felt stiff as a board. He didnt feel any pain just his back pressed against the hard concrete cement. He yelled and screamed for it to end, but he couldnt move. Then he passed out and awoken with an unimaginable pain as the freezing air dug himself into an even more pain. The screams of horror and torture filled the cavity of the silenced house as he begged for anything to make the pain stop, he passed out again. Suddenly he awakened in a thin, unmistakable white hospital sheet that laid over his body up to his neck. At that very moment the pain seemed to have been absent, thankfully this had allowed him to think clearer and make sense of his surroundings.
Here were the looks of happy yet concerned looks that smeared all over their faces. Nurses rotated in and out of the room as if their feet had been connected to a rotating timing belt. Voices were heard, catching his attention.
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The stealth hero: shadow
FanfictionA robber broke into the house and killed him while he laid there already down and broken, while his mother had been passed out drunk. He had a broken home, his father walked out on them and his mother was an abusive alcoholic, what's left? why would...
