Hear Me Now

Chapter 4-Young

By:SteppingOnCracks

All I could feel was the excruciating pain radiating from my head. I was confused as to why I was on the ground until the memories came crashing back. The fight with Sam, and how I no longer had any money except what I had hidden in my shabby, little apartment. Though the pain was bad, I had experienced worse. So I got up and started to walk. The walk was not long, thankfully. Though with the pain it felt like eons had passed. I carefully unlock the door and limp in. I then have to close all seven of the locks on my apartment door.  I shuffle to the couch and rip apart the cushions. My life savings are in them. It was obvious I had re-tailored the cushions but thieves wouldn’t be criticizing my needlepoint.  I quickly counted the money and was disappointed at the total. I had two-hundred dollars. I didn’t expect more though. I hadn’t been saving for a lengthy amount of time. Two-hundred dollars doesn’t last long and after it’s gone I have nothing except for the minimum wage I get from my job. The money in my hand was a mockery, a mockery of how my life used to be.

God. God help me. But when has he ever? Everything happens for a reason? He knows the plan? Where is the reasoning for this? What was the reasoning for I being beaten? Did I deserve to be hit for things I didn‘t do? Is this his plan for me? God, I have given up on him just like I expect he has given up on me. My life changed so abruptly from everything to nothing. Even with nothing to my name except for the clothes on my back and the money in my hand it is better this way. I no longer have to live with the pain each and every day, and that is the best thing I have ever received. I cared for my wounds  with the first-aid kit. As I mentioned before I had had much worse.The wounds were not very bad, but would remain sore for a long while.

While I don‘t have a bed, I do have an ratty coach that I got for free out behind a dumpster. As to be expected it was literally falling apart, but it was still better than the floor. The one-sided fight really exhausted me, so I bundled up in my thin sheet and closed my eyes tightly. It was never quiet here, something I had come to terms with. The gunshots and police sirens now calmed me into sleep. Nightmares filled with terror, and dreams of better days. An average night for a guy like me, in a place like this.

Dean’s Nightmare:

I was just doing my homework in the main living room when my parents burst in... As usual they were a bit tipsy. I hurried to put my stuff away in hope they wouldn’t notice me and pass on by. Of course that didn’t happen. With my luck it never does and never will.

“Oh look Daniel it’s our son, Keegan.” My mother sneered.

“Keegan why aren’t you in bed?” he questioned uncaringly.

“I was working on homework.”

“Like hell you were working on homework. I can smell the liquor on your breath.” he smirked.

I doubt he could smell anything in a ten-yard radius because the strong smell of liquor emitting from his own mouth.

“Looks like we’ll have to teach him a lesson Daniel.”

They each grab whatever is nearest and walk slowly and dramatically towards me. Seeing the crystal vase and an ornate golden box in their fat paws, I quickly sprint towards the door. Though they are older than me they are still in great shape for their ages and they tackle me. I fight but the match is uneven. I grasp for anything that can be used as a weapon and come across my Calculus book. I slam it at them, but they aren’t phased and steal it away. I know fighting is useless, but my survival instincts make me at least try to protect myself. The blows just keep coming, relentlessly and guilt-free.

My high-tolerance of pain and the adrenaline gained from being attacked prevent me from passing out. The fight won’t finish as long as they are having fun with it. If they aren’t getting a reaction then it is no longer amusing. I still myself and lay trying not to make a single movement. Thankfully my plan is successful, but with a final blow to the head I finally lose consciousness. They stumble away and leave me lying there, with a pool of blood encircling my head and chest.