He was having a tough time breathing, he kicked his feet up in the air, tried to remove the object away from his face, a while ago he was sound sleeping, lost in his dreams. and now he struggled to breathe. Finally, the object was removed from his face, breathing in the air, fresh air filled his nostrils and his lungs. His heart raced so fast, it felt it would jump out of the chest any second.

He tried to settle in the mattress and to see who did this horrendous act to him, his eyes fell on his mother, his dear mother who held up the pillow and sobbing, threw it away and now sitting at the foot of the mattress.

"Sorry," she hiccupped. "I can't do this." she said in between her cries, clutching her shirt on her chest.

The 10 years old kid seeing her mother so miserable couldn't control himself and ran up to his mother and hugged her, the woman who just a while ago tried to kill him. She threw him away from herself.

"You filthy little shit, I never wanted you. May you die." she screamed, spit spilling out of her mouth.

Hot stream of tears flowing down the little boy's face, a knot forming in his throat, trying not to cry hard, hoping that the earth may split open, and he would hide in there, so that his mother would never find him, he backed away from his mother, back touching the dressing table. hand tight on his mouth to not scream, or else he will face a monstrous side of his mother. Shivering with fear, from the screams of his mother, wondering what his mother will beat him with this time or will it be the same-- with her sandal's heel, the belt, or the water pipe.

Whenever his mother got drunk, she would beat him. His refuge was the rooftop, hiding behind a large white-water tank. Tonight was no different. He bolted to the rooftop, knowing her hands couldn't reach behind the cylindrical tank. There, he cried himself to sleep, finding solace in the only place that offered him peace.

He always says, "the best sleep is crying yourself to sleep." To none other than himself.

The birds were chirping but this was not the sound that woke him up. The screams, more specifically his mother's screams, cursing him to get up, he is late for the school.

"Wake up, you piece of shit, before I came up and beat the shit out of you." she yelled.

He got ready and sat at the dining table throwing a piece of bread in plate and sliding the plate on the table towards him.

"Hurry up, and don't you dare tell anyone what happened to you last night." she said hatred filled her tone.

dropping him off at the school she sped away to be not seen by the peers as his mother. Inhaling the air, the little boy straightened up, making his way towards his class.

"Again, you are late. how many times do I have to tell you, early to bed, early to school." his teacher said annoyed, pinching his nose bridge. "Come in now..." disgust all over the teacher's face, as he shook his head.

Few giggles were heard from the students in the class. a boy with chubby red cheeks snorted. The boy stared at him while making his way to his seat. His regular seat at the end of the class, in the dark corner.

The bell rang. It was lunch time. The chubby red cheek boy's face is now literally red, red with blood. As the boy was slamming his knuckles on his face.

"Giggle now, laugh now." The boy said through gritted teeth. Sweating and feeling hotness on his face from the anger. One last punch and the fat boy was flat.

Backing away from him, his nostrils flattering, heavily exhaling and inhaling. The teacher was there now grabbing the boy from the collar and dragging him to the principal's office. And the fat boy was sent to clinic.

His mother was called, and the expulsion letter was ready.

"Your boy is too dangerous to be studying here. He is a monster, how can this skinny boy beat that fat boy," removing his specs, "take him to psychiatrist for anger management." Principal suggested.

The boy was shivering with fear, it was the first time for his class teacher to see him so scared.

His mother exhaled, got up, glanced over the boy, and left the room. A signal for the boy to follow her.

"He was laughing at me," sniffed the little boy, "I got really angry and-"

"Shut up, you are just like your father." Yelled his mother, glared at him from the rearview mirror.

"Oh my god..." his mother screamed, as the car came to a sudden stop with a jerk, making the boy jump forward on to the central console. His head hit hard the gear. Losing his consciousness.

He woke up being carried in the stretcher bed, he screamed but all he could do was to whisper, "mom...", tears flowing. Another stretcher bed was brought, blonde messy hair floating in the air as the wind blew, forehead covered in blood. It was his mother's dead body. The dead body was placed in the ambulance.

The little boy felt that his whole world crashed down upon him, eyes wide open his head throbbed with pain, but now he felt numbness, feeling his heart shattered in million pieces, what is he going to do now, where will he go now, feeling the throbbing pain again this time in his legs too, his eyes cannot bear the burden anymore, and blackness is all he saw.

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