Hope

 John was 12 years old at the time of the incident, his mother was driving his family's blood-red 2010 Hummer, when out of no where a semi truck broke the barrier on the other side of the highway resulting in a pile on. Unfortunately Johns mother was killed instantly and John, was left paralyzed on the right side of his body. Driving home, Johns father didn't ask if he was okay, or express how happy he is his son is okay...no, the only thing John heard about. Was how this was all his fault, how his dad wanted to disown him, and if he were never born this would've never happened.

But atlas he arrived home, John got out of the car, wheeled himself up the drive way, and went into the downstairs bathroom, as he looked into the mirror, he found himself perplexed. His fair blonde hair was matted, his dark silver eyes surrounded by bags with all hope vanishing like fog, his thin lips chapped to a bright pink, and his once lively complexion was now drained of any color. His father entered the bathroom handing him a soft wool monotone blanket, "Since your room is upstairs, you're gonna have to sleep on the couch," his father said coldly. "you can stay in the house, but I refuse to take care of your disabled ass." Johns dad walked out of the bathroom and trotted upstairs.

"Who needs a cold fucked up father like you, to take car of them?" John said in a moderate tone, "I can take care of myself." John said as he went into the living room, climbed out of his wheel chair, and onto the couch.

That night John started to relive everything that happened the previous week, or just one day, and one moment. His mother was always enthusiastic, no matter how bad the situation got, she always smiled, but in that year, that month, that week, that moment, that second, he saw glimpse of another emotion. One that his mother has never shown before, fear.

Johns memory skipped to him laying on the ground being embraced by his mothers dead corpse. He wanted to see if she was okay, but she was so heavy, he couldn't move her. The only thing he could do was, hug her dead body and cry. The paramedics arrived ten minutes later, they removed his mother off of him, and started to carry her away. John looked at his mothers face, and time froze in its tracks, her face is what gave him nightmares for the next two weeks of his sanity. Her eyes were wide and strained, the pupils of her hazel eyes were small and full of fear, but that's not what turned Johns blood cold, the warm, welcoming smile wrapped around his mothers porcelain skin, John wanted to run, he needed to run, but the only thing he could do was stare. The flashing lights of late police cars was the only thing able to move, there was no sound, no movement, there was only his mothers fear and hope filled face and police lights.

John spent three days in the BSA hospital, until his spiteful father came to pick him up.

John woke up in the middle of the night to a splitting headache, he held his left temple in pure and utter pain, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a unearthly being standing in his living room. It had no face, the tie around his neck seemed to be soaked with a fluid that made the tie look red. It moved, and John passed out from pain.

He woke up to his father kicking and beating him, yelling at him to get off the couch, all while holding a Bud-light in his hand, it was one in the morning. Johns father was so drunk he was only beating the right side of Johns body, but trying so hard to inflict pain. John reached out to grab his wheelchair, but his father quickly kicked it to the other side of the room. John now seeping with anger, balanced on his left leg and began hobbling towards his wheelchair. His father showing no remorse what so ever took the wheelchair and threw it outside. A oncoming car then saw the wheelchair, trying to doge it, but failed crushing the chair to where it was now deemed unusable, the driver looked around, but Johns dad waved him on, the driver quickly got in the car an drove off.

John stood there, anger filled his eye and the glare he gave his father had obvious murder intent, his father being drunk beyond all reason, kicked John to the ground, he then proceeded to sit on the couch and pass out. John so desperately wanted his mother, he had no distinctive features that reminded him of his mother, for he resemble his father more than anything. He hated it, every time he looked in the mirror, he only saw his fathers reflection, he was tired of looking at it. He hobbled into the down stairs bathroom, taking the razor and breaking it with the side of the bathtub to reveal three blades, one was rusted and dull, the other two were dull and little pieces were chipped, making them look as if just a touch could slice skin. John took all three in hand and brought the blades up to iris, and sunk the blade in. John screamed in pain as he dragged the razor blades through his pupil to the other side of his iris, he then proceeded with the next one but stopped,he wanted to see his fathers face as he murders him. So he left the other one alone, at this point he started to feel the spread of the infection from the rusted razor. He could hear his hung over father in the living room groaning. John wrapped medical wrap around both his eyes, but left a tiny hold around the working eye, its time...

John hobbled into the kitchen taking an old pizza cutter and began making his way into the living room, his dad opened his eyes and began spouting shit about how bad his son smells. It wasn't Johns fault, his room was up stairs and his father refused to throw him clean clothes, so John was stuck wearing his plain red t-shirt, blue jeans and black and white convers, for two days in a row.

John looked at his father in disgust, "he deserves this" John thought. John then took the pizza cutter and slit his fathers wrists, then his throat, his sides,and then John cut his fathers belly, like you would give a women a c-section. His dad was so drunk, he could barely feel a thing. Johns mind snapped, instead of just killing his father, he wanted to make him a master piece. John took the stomach and slammed it on the wall, then the kidneys, next the testicles, and then one of his fathers lungs. John thought it was magnificent, he look back at his father, barely holding on to life. John called 911 stating that his father was attacked and they need to get someone out there now. John then used the back of the pizza cutter and shoved it into his dads eye socket and he hobbled into the woods blindly he started panicking, he fell and tumbled down a hill, and blacked out. No one ever found him, some say he got lost forever, but there have been sightings of a boy walking the woods, blindly.