Chapter 1
Rain falling down the window, clouds painted in gray, silence echoing the quiet house. Sounds of slamming door echo, shattering the peace to pieces. Footsteps heard as if death itself has attended.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" The yell flinched the soul in the room, fear painting his trembling body, heart beating as if it had run miles.
Suddenly, the room was opened with a loud bang, and hands gripping the fragile body, crushing its bones.
"Where is that bitch?!" he asks with a voice that leaves no room for escape.
The child only gazes at the big man in front of him, the man called his father, eyes void from any warmth for his child. He didn’t speak, only stared at the man fueling his anger, only for the man to toss him against the wall as if he was a used rug.
The panting of the child echoes around, his eyes tearing from the pain filling his body, yet he didn’t show it, cause it will only give joy to that man. The man didn’t like the silence and started kicking his stomach repeatedly, as if he isn’t devouring a fragile soul. After having his fun, he left, but not without his usual warning:
"Tell that woman that if she doesn’t bring the money, I will sell her myself to the nearest club," the man says, leaving the child laying on the floor, blood adorning his face, bones one with the shattered glass, body full of bruises with all colors, as if the old ones had healed.
He lays on his back, a weak smile settling on his face, watching the drops of rain falling slowly. He always loved rain, taking comfort in its silence, how the gray clouds would gather and quiet the world. He doesn’t know when, but the sound of the rain lulled him to sleep, or maybe it was the exhaustion from all the beating.
He woke up to the rays of sun welcoming him, as if trying to erase the memories of the last night. He smiles lightly, trying to lift his aching body, hoping that sleep provided him some strength, yet only when he tried to get up he fell on the floor groaning.
Then the sound of unlocking door echoes in the silence. Footsteps that he will always recognize open the door, gazing at his bruised body with cold eyes deprived from any warmth.
"You stink. Remember to get food and clean the house." She only says these few words, closing the door as if nothing had happened, leaving that child without any care, as if it was only a normal thing in this household.
The child only sighs, trying to get up, stumbling on his feet, but oh well, at least he got up. He takes some clothes from the wardrobe, getting into the bathroom and turning on the warm shower to wash his sweat and blood. The warm water provides him some relief.
After finishing his shower, he dries himself and gets dressed. He gets out of the bathroom and starts tidying his room and getting his bag. After leaving his room, he turns around and stares at the closed door, then leaves without looking back.
He gets out of the house, warm breeze touching his face. He smiles slightly and starts his way, the walk to school and the empty house without his parents were the only moments of peace. School was another hell of its own, something he would have got used to all these years.
He was a mere eight-year-old child, yet all he ever received were words that tear his heart and punches across his body.
After finally reaching the school gates, he mentally prepared himself for the usual routine. He looks at the clouds and says,
"Please rain again today, and embrace me on my walk back."
After finishing his words, he gets in.
