No one's p.o.v

Darkness. It's the only thing he knew. He figured out that he was in a room on the basement but how could he be sure? There was no light. Nothing that could help him find out where he was. But he knew it was a room. Every time he would try to get up and walk he would eventually feel a wall in front of him. He heard the door open and some footsteps. Then the door closed and the person that was inside left. He walked to where he thought the person was standing and kneeled down. With his hand searched the floor until he touched the plat with food. Kallus. It's been 7 years since he locked him here. Ezra closed his eyes trying to remember the evens of that fateful night.

Seven years ago

A happy family was driving home after they spend their day playing in the park. It was a mother, a father and their young son.  The boy was sleeping peacefully in the backseat of the car holding his teddy bear.

His mom looked back to check on him and couldn't help but smile at how beautiful her precious little boy was.

"He sleeps like an angel right, Ephrem?" she asked and her husband turned around taking his eyes of the road.

"Yes" he said not moving his eyes from the child. "Our little angel"

As soon as he said that a car's honk was heard and the two cars crashed together. The little boy woke up the next day on a hospital bed wondering how did he get there.

Back in the basement

The boy wanted to cry as soon as memories filled his head. But, he stopped him self. No. He wouldn't cry. Crying is for weak and pathetic people. He overcame this weakness a long time ago. He wasn't that child who hopped that his parents were still alive somehow. That they would come and save him. No. There was no one out there that could save him. It was only him and the darkness.

In the meanwhile

A woman was laying on her hospital bed. She was waiting for her husband to come and tell her the news but inside her she knew the truth.

The husband was waiting impatiently for the doctor on the office. The door opened and he sat up.

"Well?" he asked with a last sing of hope in his voice.

"I'm sorry" The doctor answered "But, your wife had a miscarriage....again"

The man looked down. He could feel his heart breaking. The little boy they were waiting to meet was dead. He nodded thanking the doctor and made his way to his wife's room. Once he reached the door he stopped. He took a deep breath and forced a smile. He opened the door to find his wife laying in the bed.

He walked to her and laid beside her hugging her.

"Is the baby...?" she couldn't get her self to finish.

The man nodded and the woman broke down pressing her head on his chest.

All of them are broken. All of them lost something important. The  boy his parents and the couple their unborn son. The couple lives in their huge house always hoping that one day they will hear the laughs of a child echoing through it. The boy was living in the dark room of the basement of a crazy man. They only thing those three need to gain happiness is each other. Too bad they don't know it yet. But who knows? Fate is a powerful thing.