Killcount: Always Counting

Chapter 1

The sun was going down Erik was sill working outside on some tedious task that his father James had given him to do. While he sat around drunk and yelled at pretty much anything that didn't go exactly the way he wanted it. Erik's mother was cooking dinner and his brother who he just called Bubba was sitting down at the Television. James poked his head outside "Hey boy time to get inside I've got a game to watch." James exclaimed rudely. "I'm on my way Erik replied making his way up the porch stairs tired from a day of work but before he got to the door James threw him inside to the living room floor. Erik hit the ground with a thud "Rrrgh" Erik grunted as he hit the ground. James just slammed the door behind him in a hurry and made his way to the living room to watch whatever sport he was watching tonight. Erik slowly got up off the ground a little heat festering inside but it didn't grow any as he saw his mother working hard to make dinner after her long day at work. "Where's my beer?" James exclaimed from his recliner. Erik's mother sighed.  "Coming" she replied softly as she brought him the beverage. The chicken on the stove began to make a bad sizzling sound. Erik's mother heard this and quickly made her way to the stove. "Well, This piece is a little extra done." She laughed as she continued to cook. Erik also laughed and everything seemed fine until James got up out of his recliner and started approaching the kitchen "Are you really in here burning our meals James growled in aggravation. "Erik's mother coward a little as James approached her hostilely. "It was an accident and it was a small piece it doesn't matter," Erik interjected defending his mom. "Doesn't matter, DOESN'T MATTER?" James started to yell as Erik felt the heat again rising slowly. "DON'T YOU DISRESPECT ME, BOY!" James yelled putting his finger in Erik's face nearly touching him. "James that's enough." Erik's mother interrupted as James struck her across the face. "IT'S NOT YOUR TURN TO TALK". James yelled. "Don't fucking touch her you fat pig," Erik exclaimed over the commotion. "You need to learn to shut up boy!" James replied harshly as he grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him the hallway. Erik kicking and struggling to break free. James threw Erik into his room and shut the door. "NO DINNER FOR YOU TONIGHT YOU BRAT!" James exclamation through the door and proceeded to stomp away. Erik sat in bed with a scornful look on his face and a knife in his right hand"...1...2...3...4...5..." Erik said in a singsong manner as he cut X's into his wrist all the way around in a straight line furiously. Blood dripped from his hand onto the cold wood floor. "I'm so angry, I hate you old man!" Erik mumbled before concealing his knife by throwing it under his pillow and falling asleep.

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