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Nathaniel was sitting on his bed, cloging his ears with his palms.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"NATHANIEL!" yelled his father, this motherfucker, this monster, this... "OPEN RIGHT NOW!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Fists pounding on the wood made the door tremble, the boy's body tremble. Each punch echoed on Nathaniel's back, touched fresh bruises, purple like evening, and the old bruises, yellow like sunrise, and those recovered, but never forgotten.
"Nathaniel, open the door" said his mother, beauty like a doll, perfect like a doll, souless like a doll. "You're only making it worse."
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"IF YOU THINK THAN I'M GONNA GET TIRED, YOU'RE WRONG!"
Nathaniel clogged his ears with all his might, as much as it hurts. He knew that he wouldn't run away. That it would be worse and worse. That no matter how perfect he could be, he would never meet their expectations.
His glance touched the white shirt, hanging pedanticly on the wardrobe. He add a hook himself. Shirt is flawless like everything in his room, everything expect longed-for silence. No crinkles, no dirt. Snow white. Blue silk neck-tie. It's a good, expensive neck-tie.
Nathaniel slowly approached the wardrobe, took of the neck-tie, winded it around his wrist. Cold touch of silk soothed him. It was a good, durable fabric...
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"OPEN NOW!"
Nothing easier that make an elegant knot. Place it on a hook. The pull up a desk chair, unstable on its wheels. It would ride off with the slightest move...
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Just stand on the chair.
"I'M BREKAING THE DOOR! SEE WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO!?"
When opened door hit the wall, Nathaniel was already in the zone of perfect silence.