Happier Days

Youth

                        A young boy sat in bed, moonlight shining through his window in the dead of night and no stars to be seen in the sky besides the eternally youthful moon. Soft moonlight affected his features, his blond hair now silver like and his blue eyes glowing ever so slightly as in attempt for his eyes to adjust to the dark; those same eyes wandering the room and examining the walls and cracked ceiling of his old house. As his eyes wandered he picked up certain things that he saw in his day to day life that seemed different now in the dim light, the certificate on his wall that stated his name 'Cythraul Llosgi' read to be just smeared ink in the moment, and his coat rack imitating a monster most kids would fear. Cythraul continued to examine to take his mind off of how he couldn't sleep because of all the terribly poisonous thoughts crammed inside his eleven year old brain. His father was a big cause in why he couldn't sleep at night, never feeling safe or comfy in his already worn down mattress wasn't an incredibly pleasing thought for him in the very least. Sometimes he could feel as if his father was there, burning holes in the back of his head with his strikingly horrifying eyes or raking into his skin with his nails as sharp as rose thorns. Most night's he'd crawl in bed with his mother, but he was getting older and she was growing tired of her son constantly crawling in with her; she knew his fear but vowed to protect him no matter what although it wasn't much to bring his mind to peace.
Cythraul sharply inhaled as he curled up and pulled the blanket up to his face, feeling an uneasy presence looming over suddenly him as if a light rain eased into a heavy, raging storm. A faint whisper was heard although it was barely audible, the tone sinister and the breathing on the back of his neck made him feel even more dreadful; as if his heart was about to hit his stomach. Quickly it was over but it sent a shiver down the boys spine, regretfully looking around to make sure no one was standing in a dark corner or at the foot of his bed.
He gave a sigh of relief to see no one, but out of the corner of his eye he swore he could see something slink in the grimy shadows. Nervously he bit down on his lip and sat up, sliding off his bed and feeling the cold, creaky floor under his feet and something lightly brushing up against his ankle; he jumped slightly only to be relieved to find it was just his feline friend passing by. He slowly made his way to the door with the feeling of unease refusing to leave his system, wrapping his hand around the cold knob somehow made him feel worse about the situation. As quietly as possible he opened the door, looking into the black hallway and for a brief second there seemed to be a pair of cherry red eyes that stared at him but were gone in the blink of an eye and his entire body feeling a little shakier after that. Quickly he scurried to his mothers room and opened the door, forgetting to close it all the way as soon as he entered and crawling up onto the tall mattress and ever so hurriedly snuggling up to his mothers warm side. Cythraul shut his eyes tight for a while after that, until he heard a small creak as if the door opened a little more than it originally was. His eyes opened without thinking and as soon as he did there was a figure peaking through the doorway although it didn't seem real, the same blistering red eyes staring into the room; straight at him.
"I found you.." was all it muttered in a rough, gravely voice before the creature smoothly slid back off into the shadows and leaving tension adrift in the air. Cythraul didn't dare to check the hall or if it had actually left, only an insane person would do that and risk possibly being abducted or worse. He just clung tighter to his mother than before, tears stinging the back of his eyes until he waited to fall asleep or at the very least for the sun to start rising over the dark land. He hid his face in his mothers shoulder, the sounds of the clock ticking soothing him but not enough for him to fall asleep. Tick.. tock.. tick.. tock.. the clock repeating it's motion as intended over and over through the night.
                    Finally after countless hours of no sleep, the first birds sung their song and the sun started rising with its soft pinks and yellows over the horizons of hell, and whatever was in the house the night before was hopefully gone; but of course one could never be too sure in the nine rings.