Story of a Boy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
story of an aboused boy

Submitted: February 03, 2010

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He walked into the room annoyed, frustrated
He walked towards the wall and stopped only centimeters from it
He looked at the picture half faded
He sat down
He felt as the walls moved towards him
He felt as his dreams had collapsed on him
All his aspirations were done and dead
Nothing made any sense inside his head
He was trapped inside his room
He sat there contemplating his doom
The walls opened up as he saw demons crawling out
He felt like shrinking but it was too late now
He fought against the evil creatures
As they made fun of all his features
Ugly, Dirty, Big nose they called him
He got scared as the demons approached him
His eyes were shut
He couldn’t open them
He was scared
But he wouldn’t sob then
He opened his eyes and everything went back to normal
The walls were intact and he was dressed formal
He stood up and walked towards the door
But then he heard something fell on the floor
He looked back and saw his picture broken
He fell on his knees heart broken
He removed the shattered glass and picked up the picture
He looked at his mother’s face that he had painted on his time of leisure
An angry voice called from down the stairs
He grinded his teeth thinking, it’s not fair
He carefully opened the door as the angry stepmother grabbed him by the neck
She dragged him downstairs and threw him on the deck
She kicked him and punched him
She was mad
He did not do anything wrong
She was just mad for no reason at all
She kicked him and punched him again
She kept doing it until blood covered him face
He crawled away as he tried screaming for help
He saw the picture of his mom just laying there
And he was punched and kicked again
And blood splattered everywhere
His father was sitting there reading a newspaper
He did nothing as his son was being murdered
He did not care as he did the same to the poor boy
He did not mind he thought the boy was nuts
They boy spent hours in his room afraid to get beaten
He did not go out, he was afraid of them seeing him
His body all beaten ended up at the bottom of the lake
Nobody knew about him until this day


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