Boy in the cage

Boy in the Cage

The bird was dead in the cage. The boy looked at it with sad eyes, filled with tears. He could remember the first time he spotted the bird in the silver cage. It made him smile. The first real smile in a very long time. The bird had such happiness; it flew around the cage with silver wings and sung a lovely little tune. Just remembering it made the boy cry out in agony. That bird was all he had… the only thing that was really his…the only thing he really loved. There was nothing now that the bird was dead, except maybe revenge. Revenge on the monster that killed his bird, his lovely bird. He knew who it was. Of course he knew-there was only one person who wanted the bird dead, only one…his Father.
His Father was always mad at him. His Father thought that the boy was an abomination for killing his mother. Of course it was not the boy’s fault; the mother had died giving birth to the boy. His Father always hated the boy for it. His Father hated him even more because he wasn’t as perfect as his beautiful older sister and his football playing brother. The boy only made his Father even more furious then he already was by buying the tiny silver bird. His Father called him a pansy for loving a bird. His Father hit him every time he caught sight of the bird and threatened to kill it.
The boy knew what he had to do. He had to repay his Father for his act of cruelty. The boy ran downstairs into the kitchen that was corroded with horrible memories of

previous beatings. The tears were flooding down the boy’s cheeks now. He couldn’t help
it. He grabbed the butcher’s knife from the drawer. It was the biggest one he could find. Then he stood and waited for his Father to return from the bar.
Not long after his Father came home. The boy thrust the knife with all he had into his Father’s chest. His Father screamed out in surprise. The boy screamed out of pure hatred.
“Why are you doing this?” Asked his Father in pain and fell to the floor. The boy paid no attention to his Father and kept stabbing him in the chest. There was blood everywhere. Completely covering the entire kitchen floor. When the boy was to finally satisfied with his work, he stopped stabbing and his Father whispered, “Why my son, why?”
The boy glared down his Father with a look of pure disgust in his face and said “You killed my bird”
With all that being said, the boy slit his Father’s throat. He left the body and went upstairs to his beloved bird. His silver winged bird…his baby. He took the bird’s lifeless body out of the cage, cradled it in his hand and went into the bathroom and grabbed the razor. He and his bird would be joined forever-he even took its cage.