The boy was just beaten by his mothers drunken rage. to escape the madness and prevent it from happening again, he ran away and told himself never to go back.the boy found himself under a bridge crying and he knew if he didn't go back his mother would be gone. he walked to the house slowly in misery. he seen his mother in th door way raged in anger. she beat him again and again, he just sat there in self pity. she walked away as if nothing had happened and left him there to cope. he picked himself up with the little dignity he had left, he marched up to his room. he took the blade he had hidden between his mattresses. he let it slide into his skin and out with an ease. he layed there tears rolling down his face, eyes blood shot red and the blood forming a puddle around him. he let depression take him in and pressure into doing what he did. in depressions hands he lay slowly drifting away. poor baby boy falls asleep never to be awaken again.
