Breathing ran shallow, hands grew clammy, as
the boy mustered up a VOICE to even begin to tell the TALE of his horrid life.
( a story he has NEVER told a soul ! Not his friends ! Not A N Y O N E ! )
‘ My mother died when I was quite young, I’d say about 6 years old and
Haliah was only but a year. My father was very LOST very ANGRY at her
death thus he took it out on us… ’ A deep breath as the boy nestles his
head deep within’ his love’s neck, voice SOFT as he continues on, ‘ He
would hurt me, beat me senseless until I could not remember my name.
He would try && hurt Haliah but I would stop him, I would make DAMN sure
he never hurt her. The abuse continued from that age to age 15. One night, ’
A pause, ‘ My father came into my room when Haliah && I were sitting in
trying to FALL asleep. He came in- with a BEER in one hand && a HATCHET
in the other. ’ Tears began to cascade down the boy’s cheeks, ‘ I knew what
he wanted to do so I had- uh, I had grabbed his GUN- and I - I. ’ Voice cracks
as the boy balls his HANDS into FISTS, ‘ I shot him- 3 times in the chest && he
died. He fell right to the floor. That’s a sight you NEVER forget- a sight that I
will always remember. I killed my father Li Xia. I killed him with no S E C O N D
thought. The police were called && I was taken away to prison- murder. Haliah
was sent to a fucking foster home. I was in jail for 5 years and dammit I SHOULD
still be there. I’m a KILLER, a MONSTER, a MISTAKE. ’ Voice was SHAKING as the
boy lost himself ‘pon the girl’s shoulder- tears like a waterfall out of cerise viridescent
eyes. ‘ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m S O R R Y. I should die, I should die, I should just D I E. ’
