The beggar and the blind

The begger (past)

Chapter two:

The morning of that day came slow. That night his thoughts kept him from sleeping, no matter how hard he tried to forget but.

That man.

His blurry memory of that man's bloody, lifeless body, his horrid gestures and dislocated bones caused by the fall.

It kept him awake, it terrified him.

The thought of death terrified him. It made every hair on his body stand.

He rose from the corner he locked himself at and glanced at the mirror. Black bags under his eyes, darker than usual.

Henry then, wasn't much of a looker but he wasn't ugly, he just didn't take care of himself.

He didn't have to.

He made his way out of the bathroom. In front of the door sat his mom.

Her face was really pale, skinny and her eyes were really cold-looking, Standing over her bony cheeks that were bruised with purple and red.

His mom was once very beautiful. They said everywhere his mom went, people couldn't help but gaze upon her beauty with disbelief and jealousy.

He was always told that his blue eyes and sharp nose were features left for him from his mother.

His dad back then was really rich, he also had nice features. His lashes were long, standing over his light brown colored eyes that according to my mom were like two pools of gold when a light shone at them.

My dad tried everything to make my mom fall for him, and eventually she did.

They got married and lived as a happy couple.

But...

Over the years his father's business started to fail and struggles with money arose and soon after I was born we were in debt.

My father became an alcoholic and soon after that he beat my mom almost at anything, blaming her for his miss fortunes.

Despite his mother's hardships, she still loved him and cared for his son like any mother.

Henry felt bad for his mom but there was nothing he could do.
Every time he applied for a job he got fired after one day of work. It got so bad one day, that he begged his manager to let him work, that without him, his family couldn't make it.
But it was to no avail.

Henry stepped away from her and walked out of the house. It looked like it had rained.

The smell of rain was always calming. Especially at that time, where no one was awake and the sound of the large crowded city was less tiring.

He sat on a bench and close his eyes for a bit.

Then she appeared.

She was wearing a white knee-length dress and had dark brown hair, she was crossing the road.

Running.

But then...

A car that was driving fast came by. The driver started on the brakes but it was too late.

The girl fell to the ground, her right eye scratched against the hard floor.

Her red scarlet blood was getting all over the ground and her dress.

At that moment Henry didn't know what to do. His body shivered with terror.

Once again someone getting hurt before him is this a way god try's to convince him that death is nothing easy for him to handle.

Suddenly a man sat next to him.

He was around his thirties and he was wearing a black suit. His hair was brown with strands of white.

The man finally spoke.

"You saw him kill himself didn't you"

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(A/n)
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