He heard the light flickering and wind hittingthe windows.It feels so cold tonight. More than ever. He looked at his tormentor's face with half closed eyes.
Another punch landed on his face and he fell to his side. " Am I dying?", he asked himself. He struggled to breathe on the cold concrete floor. How did he end up here? Everything was going so good. He was happy, it was his first love afterall.
His tormentor must have tired himself out or he just lost interest because he left the room after the punch.
Shouldn't he run away. But he can't, his tormentor knows that too. Everytime he is hurt,he stays. Why? He doesn't know either
He heard the loud sound of the door close. So he must have left. The broken boy layed on his side to make breathing easier. But even that was a big task for him right now.
A tear fell from his eyes and wetted the dirty floor. He looked at the door and contemplated his options. Why stay here? He remembered his Mom's face,his sweet sister. He want to see them again, even if it's for the last time. He tried to stand up with a new aim. His home, he want to go back. His mum and sister is waiting for him. He could hear her sweet voice calling him. Calling him to her embrace.
The cold wind hit his face as he stepped out of the broken house. He crawled and stood up holding onto poles and walls for support.
He just walked and walked. He shouldn't stop now. He need to get to his home.
He was loved and cared. But he wanted more. Is that a crime.
"Mom"
"Mom"
"I am coming home"
After walking for hours he saw the light. The one he wanted to see for so long. He cried in joy and ran to his Mom's embrace.
He fell in her arms and cried in delight.
"Mom"
"You are okay, my son. I am with you"
He now contentedly closed his eyes. finally safe. Finally at peace.
"Oh poor boy. He looks starved"
" That doesn't concern us. Street rats like him always ends like this. Must have been in street fights"
"So that means no one to take his body"
"Put in the back"
