Life as stray(revised)

Chapter 1

If I were to tell you I was once loved I would be lying. My mother belived to be a beautiful church women who could do no harm,in truth was a ugly soul who hated my existence,and reminded me regularly with the back of her hand or the point of her heel.My father belived to be a hard working man,who was beloved by all,in truth a drunk who touched me his only son in ways no child and man should be with one another.I let them have their way,after all I had nowhere else to go.I was just a child who thought what they did to me every child and parent practiced.Until one day it was too much.

It happened so quick,I couldn't even believe it.A sharp pain shook through my stomach and chest as I was struck quickly down by my father,my mother looking down on me from behind him."The school called" she sniped out with a snide look. My face paled as I refused to make eye contact. My father let out a low chuckle as he tightly gripped my dirty blond hair what followed after that I couldn't even tell you if I wanted all I remembered was a burning pain across my body and the sickening smiles of my parents burned into the back of my eyes.

When I woke I was covered in cuts,some still bleeding and white fluid.I let out a soft sob as I willed my legs to support my body in attempt to stand up they buckled once causing me to gasp due to the sharp pain in the back of my knees I push my forearm against the kitchen wall attempting again only for my knees to buckle in a second time,I grunted and forced myself forward towards the hallway. I mostly kept my eyes closed not wanting to blind them with the bright kitchen lights.

'I can't do this anymore,it hurt,it hurts,it hurts,it BURNS'

I let myself fall once more as my thoughts of pain fill my head.

'no I have to leave,I have to keep going,No..stop feeling bad for yourself,you don't deserve your own pity.'

I get up for the last time,I use all my strength to force myself to run out before I convince myself to stay,like I've done before. My body hurt so bad,tears were filling my already partial closed eyes,I didnt mean to,the candle sat so innocently on the small bookshelf by the front door,I ran out only momentarily jamming into it. My heart was racing,the adrenaline making my mind fuzzy.

Later I came back home after passing out in the woods near my neighborhood,I didn't want to but I was scared all alone and hungry. I would rather get hit and eat then be safe and starve,but when I approached the house my eyes burned from smoke. I wiped my eyes only to reveal a burned mass that was once my home,It was so unreal..almost like a dream.

The house was surrounded by firetrucks and police cars.I stayed out of sight in fear. They were speaking to each other,the words were hard to point out until I perked my ear out and could make out a few words that changed my life. "Husband and wife.. dead...couldn't....find..boy...Asa."
"Asa?" The officer replied. That was my name,my body shook with terror,that was my name,the police wanted to know my name,then I relized-

'the candle'

Even for just the split second I looked at it as I stumbled at the doorway I relized it was I who started the fire,so I did what any ten year old boy would do and I fled only looking back to make sure I wasn't followed and stopped when surrounded by trees and my eyes full of tears as my body finally let out again as the adrenaline slipped away. Darkness spotted my vision,a thing my eyes were accustomed to but my mind was not.

I woke up cold,the dark shadows of the trees surrounded me.I stayed still on the cold ground afraid of what would grab me in the dark if I moved even an inch.I closed my eyes as my mind raced a thousand miles a second.

I didn't even I relize I had fallen asleep until I had woken up. My eyes still burned and my body no longer hurt but ached. I stood,rubbing the dirt off my face but only I ended up smearing it. I walked forward taking long blinks and breaths I continued like this for awhile just going deeper into the woods until I stumbled across a cabin. Once I entered after looking through all visible windows,I was pretty sure it was left behind.

The walls and floors were covered in thick dust almost like snow. It had an old stove that was meant to burn wood in one room with various plates but no silver ware,the next had an old stiff couch,the third room was empty,the fourth was a bathroom,but no water,then the last room,revealing to be a bedroom had an old bed covered in a torn grey comforter and a dresser filled with clothes that looked to be for that of a grown man,a slim man but grown. I shut the dresser,and lay on the bed,hugging the thick blanket to my chest taking in the warmth,I let out a relived sigh as I silently cry,but this time it was tears of joy.