“Please mum, don't go!” I scream frantically at the top of my lungs, trying anything to keep my
so-called mother from leaving me this very afternoon, perhaps forever. At the moment light is
glittering through our streak-free windows, making the complection of my face look rather tanned
when in reality it is quite the opposite. The outdoor temperature has finally reached something mildly
warm, allowing beautiful birds to glide through the peaceful spring breeze. Flowers are slowly and
steadily blooming, making sure to release pollen for all those with allergies. Overall, you'd think it
would be a picture perfect day for any ordinary four-year-old boy, except for me.
Obsessive screaming didn't even seem to faze Diana, my mother. It was as if she just didn't
care, didn't love me, enjoyed this pitiful abandonment. For a while I silently pondered how she could
do this, walk away from the something she loved – although these thoughts just made the realism of her
not loving me come true.
Quickly my depressed stature ceased while my eyes depicted the curves around her face loosen
as she removed her blank expression and sprouted a frown. Never before have I thought someone's
mopey face to be so beautiful, so relieving. I stopped my screaming, and began smiling. Unfortunately
all that seemed to do it allow her to build up the courage to nod to my father, Arnold, and turn to leave
once again.
“OI, GET UP!”
I began my screaming once again, this time attempting to run after her like an animal trying to
escape it's hunter. My efforts were soon apprehended by my malevolent father. He grabbed my
shoulders and held me back from her, although this did not stop my screaming or weeping. I peered up
at my fathers warm blue eyes, a close but mere representation of my own. A wave of sympathy ran
over me like a tsunami as I saw tears shining across his face. Maybe he isn't so evil after all, I thought
to myself, still fighting to break his powerful grip.
White blotches have began to appear where my peripheral vision should be, probably due to
lack of oxygen from screaming and fighting, but even that didn't stop me when I finally broke free from
my Father's grasp. I began to scurry toward the door, where my mother was previously. She was now
on the sidewalk, steadily making her way to the luxurious black limousine. Just from the scent of fresh
paint of it you could tell it was highly expensive.
It felt like a bolt of lightning shoot up my leg as Arnold pounced beside me to grab my ankle.
My stomach churned when I realised nothing I could possibly do would be able to save my me by
saving my mother. I stopped resisting my father, gaping at my mother opening the door, climbing on
the leather seat, buckling her...
“GET UP, WE NEED TO GO!”
Suddenly, the blotches grew. I didn't even notice I was still yelling until I stopped. The only
thing on my agenda now was taking a proper breath. I tried to inhale slowly but I couldn't, I was too
worked up. My dad was on his feet now, holding on to me with all of his might. Please help me, I
thought, unable to speak, Please...
My legs clasped. I fell, nearly paralyzed. My father saw me fall, the aftermath being him
becoming shocked. He let go of me, a bad decision.
I felt the plush carpet massage my face as it smashed against it, unable to do anything else.
Arnold tried to pick me back up, but when he couldn't get me to stand on my two feet he returned me to
my original position and rushed to the phone. He was yelling, and the only thing I could see was that
black limousine, driving away into the distance.
I felt myself force out the painful word, “Mum...”, when everything finally turned into a
peaceful darkness.
My friend shook me awake. I blinked rapidly to try and remove some sleep from my eyes.
“Finally your awake! I've been trying to get you up for nearly twenty minutes!” he shouted at
me, fully dressed and groomed. I, on the other hand, was lying in bed with only my boxers and a
blanket.
I forced a grunt out of my mouth that sounded something like “Whut tymn iz eet?”.
“What time is it? It's ten to nine, so get your butt outa bed or we're gonna be late for school!”
