Chapter 7: His Plan(3)
A small and suffocating dark room, it was only lit by the few rays of sunlight that invaded through the windows. The walls that were once a pale shade of gray, were now marred with cracks and marks of paint peeling off.
The room was not that furnished, only a wooden table stood by one of the corners, and a thin steel-framed bed rested against the marked walls with a mattress on it covered with a dirty white sheet.
But what demanded attention was a small and scrawny figure that sat atop the bed, his dull gray eyes etched with dark circles beneath it were looking at the cracked ceiling above him. His messy black hair fell over his forehead covering it completely.
He was only wearing black shorts which left his torso exposed. His skin that clung to his ribs, was deathly pale. A red burning scar ran behind his back, a memory of pain and trauma but it had finally ended. A small smile graced his dry and cracked lips.
The boy who looked no older than 14 was named Ethan, Ethan Walker. He had suffered his whole life whether be it with academics, making friends, or maintaining relationships. His life was nothing but a hellhole.
His abusive father had left him and his mother when Ethan was at the tender age of 6. His father would beat him and his mother up but after he left, Ethan thought that he could finally live normally.
But no. Fate did not comply.
His mother, Anna Walker, also started drinking heavily and would beat him under the influence. Be it metal bats, pipes, or even pans everything had a mark on his bruised body.
"WHY WERE YOU EVEN BORN!? BECAUSE OF YOU AARON LEFT!" His mother's words still echoed in his mind as she would say those words on a regular basis while beating him. It was like a daily schedule for him.
Ethan slowly stood up from his bed and weakly headed for the door of the room.
-Creak