Frost
Frost dreamt within the confines of the plate.
Frost was 5, he was sitting in a dark room, they had told him to go to his room, that this conversation wasn't for him, but he ignored them, he was old enough to have free will wasn't he? Even if he was a mistake...
Frost's parents, or rather his mother and step father, fought in the kitchen, their shouts so loud that the neighbors could probably hear them. Frosts dad had gone to jail for what? Frost had forgotten, but ever since that his mother had turned to taking her grief and anger out on him. Frost could bear it, he knew she still loved him no matter how angry she got.
"He's a mistake jonathan, he doesn't deserve to live! Hell not even the adoption centers would take him! " His mom was shrill, had she lost it completely? Jonathan, the step dad shouted over her.
"He deserves a home edna! We are here to give him that, not treat him like a slave!" Jon shouted. His mother, edna took another swig of the cheap alcohol, then shouted.
" Christ he should be a slave, nobody likes him, he doesn't do anything with himself, he's a miserable excuse for a child!"
"Edna your drunk..." Edna cut him off half sentence
"I'm drunk? Fuck you Jon!" She smacked him. Infuriated, jon punched her in the stomach, then immediately backed away.
"Edna i'm sorry I didn't mean to...." Edna took a knife from the kitchen and swung at him, he ducked under it and headed for the next room, Frost's room. He burst through the doorway and locked it, then turned around and froze when he saw Frost.
"Your supposed to be in your room frost." Frost looked up, tears in his eyes as his mother pounded at the locked door.
"No, your... mother... loves you, I love you no. No matter how much we may argue we will always love you."
"She called me a slave." Frost spoke, his lower lip quivering, Jon took a step forward to comfort him, the kitchen door cracked and a knife slid into his back, crying out, Jon fell forward, his face inches from Frosts. The door swung open and his mother stepped through the door and screaming, launched into a frenzy, stabbing Jon until the blood poured onto the floor. Jon looked towards Frost, their eyes meeting for one last time, he tried to speak, but sputtered as blood oozed out. His eyes began to glaze but they still remained fixed on Frost, his lips worked once more and the words formed.
"I...Love...You." He lay still.
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