Chapter 4
Dream
"Mommy, I don't wanna go back there, back to the dark place again."
A little 5 year old boy stood close to his mother, clenching her brightly colored, flower covered dress. She bent down to face the trembling little boy.
"I know you do not like to go there, but it is for your own good." She told him.
"I know! But why do I have to go there?" He asked.
His mommy smiled as she patted him on the head."Do you love mommy?"
He nodded.
"Then that's all you need." She finished.
She gave him a hug.
"Why am I here?" Brock wondered.
He had watched the entire event that had just happened. The boy walked towards the mother and child.
"Where am I?" He asked them.
The two remained silent, not responding to Brock as if he was not even there.
"Alright, go get your jacket then we'll leave." The woman said to the child.
The little boy nodded and ran towards a coat racket, that seemed to pop out of nowhere against the peach colored walls.
Brock blinked."What?" He whispered.
The room became filled with furniture. But it was all messy. The walls all muddy, the furniture turned over and smashed. The windows were broken, the glass shards were covering the floor. Dirt covered the floor, the dirt came from pots with ripped out plants. They covered the floor as well.
Brock quickly covered his nose."What's that awful smell?" He yelled.
There was a repulsive smell, something he had never smelt before. It made made his stomach turn. It was so strong. Brock pinched his nose closed but he could not escape the terrible smell.
That disgusting smell only seemed to get worse and worse. He looked around the destroyed room.
"M...m..." The little boy moaned.
Brock gazed upon the little boy from before hunched over something. He walked closer to the boy.
"M...m...mo...mommy..." The tiny boy whined.
Brock knew that the child was hunched over the woman from before. He still walked closer and closer.
Brock squinted, the horrible smell became so unbearable strong against him.
"How can that little kid stand this smell?" Brock wondered.
"M...Mommy..." The little kid squeezed out.
He was crying.
Brock was now right in front of the boy and his mother. The boy's mother was covered in blood. It was oozing out of her body. She had been stabbed in the heart, but she was still breathing.
"I...I" She was studding.
"I...never loved you..." She forced out.
The little kid cried out, his tears splashing on the woman's face. The little boy was covered in his mother's blood as well.
The mother reached her hand towards the crying child. He became silent, his body shaking in fear. But all she did was place her hand on his head.
"I just wish I could have killed you with my bare hands. Stabbing you repeatedly, and watching you bleed to death." She finished.
There was a smile on her face. Her hand on the boy's head dropped to the ground making a thump noise.
"NO! Mommy, please don't go. I don't care if you kill me. Just don't leave me all alone, I don't want to go there again!" The child screamed.
But it was no use, the child's mother was already dead.
The boy stood up, and turned towards Brock. His head was down, and his hair was covering his face.
"I..it was all my fault. Maybe if I had not existed, she would still be here." He whispered.
Brock just watched him. His eyes wide, not knowing what will happen next.
"Maybe." The boy said clearer.
"maybe if we had never excited she'd still be alive." He finished.
The boy looked up at Brock, a smile Brock the endless tears that covered his face. Te smile was menacing and gave Brock chills down his spine.
"If you had not excited she would still be with me!" He roared.
Brock stepped back. The boy raised his hands toward him. The boy's skin began to sizzle and burn. His entire body was on fire. The little boy's eyes began to melt out of his eye sockets, and pour down his face.
"It is your turn to suffer Brock." He fore told.
Then he vanished. Brock sighed, it was just a bit too creepy for him.
A strange sensation tingled in his hands. Brock lifted them up to look at his hands. His hands turned red. They burned and stung.
"AHHHH!!" Brock screamed.
The pain surged through out his whole body. All he could do was watch helplessly as the skin on his hands peel off like old paint. Soon his bones could be seen. Since the skin was gone revealed was bones, muscle and veins.
The blood coursing through his veins began to ooze from his body, splashing on the ground.
Red liquid puddles formed on the floor. Brock slipped and caused a big splash of his blood.
He pounded his head into the floor, trying anything to make the pain go away. But this intense pain would not leave his body All he could do was scream as everything began to fade away.
