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What might have been
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2002 "Swallow your sorrow
It's pathetic
You'll never be a man"
Said a father to his son...If only the father could see... All that this boy could be...
This young boy, at the tender age of five, stumbled out of his small bedroom with the innocent desire for a glass of water. The beast was sleeping with the angel across the hall he assumed, for so it was each night.. And each night he could hear the beast growl so terribly, and hear the angel weep so sweetly. But tonight was different the boy noticed... The prison he resided in was as silent as deathrow; Perhaps the beast wasn't back in his palace of blood yet... Without contemplating the eerie silence further, the child crept down the steep, carpeted stairs quietly, his fragile fingers gripping onto the rail beside him as he decended. Glancing down at the carpet, he noticed the brown stain that ran down the middle for nearly the entire length of stairs...
"You leave him alone you sadistic bastard!"
"Shut up bitch, this is my fucking house you little whore
don't like it then get out"
"Fuck you! I will, but he's coming with me!"
They were dancing together again... At the top of the stairs. At four and a half, this little boy watched the beast and angel dance and shout together... The beast pushed the angel though and sent the beautiful creature tumbling horridly down the stairs... The boy could remember hearing that aweful crack as something broke on the angel, and he could remember seeing the pretty crimson liquid spray down the stairs as the angel fell down towards him...
Finally making it down the stairs, the boy looked around curiously... The kitchen light was on.. Perhaps the angel was cooking for him? With a tiny smile across his sweet lips, he made his way closer to the kitchen, the light gradually lighting up his blue and black face... Where was the angel? He looked from left to right and couldn't see her, so he ventured carefully further inside. With his small bare feet slapping against the flood tiles, he finally made it around the table and saw the angel laying in the corner... She had one of her arms elegantly draped over an open cabinet door, a couple of the pots inside not peeking out, and her legs where slightly spread as her head lulled to the side and rested at an odd angle against her shoulder. The little boy tiptoed slowly closer to his angel, and was quick to notice the familiar crimson liquid that she so often released... Reaching forward, he placed one of his delicate hands against her leg... Her skin was so cold... Looking up into her staring eyes, he tilted his head to the side and just gazed upon her beauty...
One of her eyes was almost completely swollen shut, the surrounding skin black and purple... Her lower lip was cracked in half down the middle, dried blood holding the two sides together in a temporary bond. Her once lustrious, chestnut hair lay in unkept curls against her meager shoulders, a now dull look to it. Half of her shirt was torn to the side, revealing a pale, bruised shoulder. Her eyes now had a milky film covering what was once a blue so deep that it seemed you stared into the depths of the ocean's secrets...
She was so beautiful to him... Because she was all he had... The boy scooted closer and sat down on one of her thights, leaning his frail body against her own as he slid his thin arms around her as much as he could... His angel didn't move at all, but still he was comforted by her being near... He didn't even notice the horrendous smell...
Years later... This boy would never remember how sweet his angel was... And he was never to find out that she had tried to save him that night... Only to be foiled by the beast that waited within that prison...
Had they escaped... He might have lived to become the author or childrens books... He might have had two children of his own, two little boys... He might have had a beautiful wife that reminded him of his own mother... He might have had a quaint little house in a quiet neighborhood where he would read at the library to mentally handicapped children... He might have been a foster parent to abused children...
I guess though... That we will never know what he might have been.
