Chapter 2: The Darkness

The wooden door that stood face to face with Timmy didn’t greet him, but more so ridiculed him. When he slowly turned the door knob and pushed the door, the whole house creaked. He closed the forsaken door behind him and quietly tried to make his way to his room. Every step made an echo due to the fact there wasn’t much furniture in the house. Everything was old and with a poke, seemed like it all would collapse. Just before Timmy could make his way into the nesting of his room, his concentration was broken by the shatter of glass, more than likely a bottle of whisky from across the hall. Immediately following afterword, heavy footsteps one, by one, growing louder shuffled into Timmy’s ears. Then too dismay, Timmy’s father stood 20 feet from him staring Timmy down as if he had done something wrong. His father stumbled over and picked up small little Timmy with one giant hand. The breath of the drunken man was steam from a dragon on the boy’s face, melting away all that was there. His father took him to his bedroom and did what he did every night. Some may ask why Timmy doesn’t run away, but the truth was that Timmy had nowhere to run too. He often turned into a thousand year old petrified tree gazing at the horrors that took place around him. After everything was over Timmy was thrown into his bedroom. Into pitch darkness.  

With eyes closed he made his way into a corner in his room and decompressed. As much as he tried to fight every single emotion the conjured up inside he simply fell victim and let tears avalanche out. He sobbed for hours. But he wouldn’t dare open his eyes to more darkness. He couldn’t turn on the lights because his father would know, and physically he couldn’t even do so. After he stopped crying he just thought. Then he asked for help, not to anyone but just to the air around him. He prayed, not to any god or deity but to the world. He needed light to push away the shadows of the evil but how? Timmy knows he did not do anything wrong to deserve this but he often though he did. Was it because he often stole candy from a store when he was younger and never got caught to redeem his wrong doing? Or was it because he saw one of his classmates beat up a kid behind the school one day and when asked what happened by his teacher denied everything, the world was taking its revenge. It was neither of these. People teach you that everything happens for a reason but the innocence of a 12 year old boy being ripped from his own very soul and being crushed into a bloody mess into the pavement below is not something that just happens. Timmy wanted to give up on the world but knew he couldn’t. He knew that in a few more hours the black around him will fade and the sun will be there again to shine through the window, to eliminate the darkness.