Darkness. Surrounding him. Suffocating him. No end. No beginning. Pure and utter darkness.
The young boy jumped out of bed and ran to turn on the room's light. The fluorescent bulbs flickered before they fully awakened, filling the whole room with a bright white light, a light that soothed him, calmed him, chased away the darkness. The boy took a knee and let the sweat drip from his chin and onto the cold, hardwood floor. He began wheezing and felt the mushed, microwaveable dinner he had eaten a few hours ago start to claw its way up from the deep bowels of his stomach. He stood up and stumbled clumsily to his desk where his inhaler rested. Picking it up, the dark haired boy pressed it against his lips and felt the cool spray of life flow through his throat. He took a deep breath as the color once again flooded his face. His celebratory gasp was quickly cut short as a strong, evidently drunken voice rang through the hallways on the other side of his room's door.
Hoping to escape another traumatizing experience, the boy as quickly and quietly as possible, turned off the light and made his way back into bed, trying his best to act as if he was asleep. It was all in vain, though, for the rumbling colossus had already been awakened and was coming his way. The man's steps were sloppy and heavy as they got closer and closer to the boy's door. Through the door the frightened teenager anxiously heard his father's drunken murmur,
F*ckin' kid, little @sshole, waking me up. That boy is never gonna learn...
With a gusty "whoosh" the door separating the boy from his impending doom swung open. For the third time this week, the gates of hell had been unleashed. As the drunken man yanked the dark haired boy out of bed, the boy tried to find solace in the memory of his mother. Buried under years of physical and verbal abuse, the memory was a deep and distant one. However, even now, he could see her smile, feel the warmth of her hugs and hear her kind words. Now, as the tears forced themselves through his closed eyelids and as the pain of his father's blows coursed through his body, he remembered one memory..one memory that was worse than any physical pain he could ever feel. He remembered this same scum of a man, coming home from his crap job and beating her until she couldn't walk. He remembered how he'd force himself upon her and rape her. He remembered how everyday, the flower of his mother's soul, wilted under the blazing heat of his father's hatred and anger. The memory had been seared into the young boy's mind, and these constant beatings now opened up the old wounds he had tried so hard to close.
.....And as those old wounds were opened, the darkness came flooding out....