Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness ❯ the boy ( Chapter 1 )

Age 3-6

In the quite depths of darkness, a little boy calls out, “help me”

In this serene void of innocence, a little boy cries “help me”

Whimpering and falling on his knees he pants, “help me”

Cold tears streak down his face, but no one can see him, no one can hear him, no one can feel him,

In this void he is helpless,

He shrinks back and says, “Mercy”

His throat is dry, and parched.

Through the shrouds of darkness a figure of pale complexion walks by

A tall woman in a black cape shrinks back into the darkness

He whispers, “Won't you help me, father……..mother”

In the end he is left alone in a deafening silence

He thinks to himself,

“Why was this done to me?

Why?

What did I do to deserve this?”

The silence is his most feared answer.

He is shaking from his arms to his legs, his teeth chatter, and a loud moan of terror escapes his mouth.

The darkness suddenly becomes filled with a blinding light; the youth is startled and blinded.

Then a rush of voices come, they sound like a chorus of snakes running by.

The air around him vibrates with the voices and sounds.

He Whimpers, “No, no, please, please no”, shouting, “stop, please, stop.”

Let,

Let, Me,

Let, me, Die, with that he stutters for a moment, his body wavering in the air.

The boy feels nauseous, hungry, and thirsty.

He feels weak and weary.

He feels time and age.

His eyes roll up white.

He hears a piercing cry's of an infant much younger than himself.

His eyes come back, their pupils dilated, and red veins show, like cracks on dry earth.

A spot light opens up and that ray focuses on the baby. He walks towards the sound, but his footsteps are not heard. He feels in a delirium that fake sense of a dreamy sleep. The darkness quivers a round him, the baby cry's turns into shrieks and wails. Then nothing, there is a deep silence, the light dims away. In his perspective things start to bulge and blur. His breath sounds long and deep.

He loses his balance and falls, the darkness swallows him. The eternal drop.

He feels wind dance on his body, he is spinning.

A faint voice says, “listen, listen, must pull self together, must survive. Listen, listen.”

The boy can only hear. The voice is gone. Suddenly he stops and is on a flat surface again.

Watery substances fill the darkness, he smells the iron and knows it is blood.