Chapter One

“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!”