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I don’t really remember much from back then.
A man with messy blonde hair sits on a reclinable chair in front of the tv with a beer in one hand and a remote in the other.
I don’t exactly remember anything but hatred and pain from then.
A very young boy around 6 or maybe 7 comes down the stairs. This boy also has blond hair, however it differs with how disgusting it looks. The hair is badly matted with little bits of dirt. His skin also has dirt on it but much more with bruises and scratches seen in areas all around the body. The boy is also extremely skinny, so skinny in fact that you can clearly see his rib cage sticking out. The most striking thing about this boy however was the large scar on his cheek along with the missing piece of ear on his right.
I never hated him though all I hated was myself.
“Uncle” the young boy asked, his eyes filled with sadness but also hope for what his uncle would say. His Uncle however didn’t say anything, only giving a grunt, never looking at him only at the tv.
“I was wondering if I could maybe play outside for once”. Those words seemed to finally snap his uncle out of whatever he was doing and look at the boy.
I never went outside.
He stood up, his tall body hovering over the young boy. “Why would you ask that you know that outside is dangerous, I'm only trying to keep you safe. If you want to go outside and die a miserable death then be my guess!” The man yells at the boy, scaring him. The boy starts to huddle in a ball crying silent tears so as to not upset his uncle. The man doesn't care however how scared this child is and picks up an empty beer bottle to throw at him.
He never did want me outside and did everything to try to keep me in.
Later the boy was softly crying in his room under the covers. His uncle comes in and sits on the bed. “Hunter you know we can’t go outside the world is dangerous and will hurt you. You must stay here where I can protect you from it all”. He says however unlike last time his tone is soft and comforting.
How I fell for everyone of your tricks, everyone of your games.
The boy comes out from the covered tears in his little magenta eyes, he just stares up at his uncle, and after a long minute starts crying harder and not so silently and says “I know, i'll never ask to go outside again. I'll stay safe with you here”. The boy nuzzled his head into the man's chest wanting a hug unfortunately he never did get one.
You were scared, and so to keep yourself safe you hurt me.
“I love you Uncle” the little boy says through tears. The words are never said back to the boy, never an inch of kindness was shared. The man just left the boy in the dark old moldy room. The boy just looked at the door hoping his uncle would come in to comfort him, that never did happen, not tonight or any night. “I'm sorry I'm such a bad nephew, I'm sorry I can't just do what I'm told” the boy says just before going to sleep.
You were afraid they would find you.
Instead of being woken up by the beautiful sound of chirping birds the boy was awoken by the sound of broken doors and yelling. He hid under the bed in hopes that whatever had entered the house would go away and wouldn’t find him. The noises however keeped getting louder and closer. The boy covered his ears as the noise became so loud he couldn’t handle it.
They finally did though.
Suddenly gunshots were heard as well as his uncle yelling at the top of his lungs “YOU FUCKING BASTEREDS”. The boy was crying now, what had they done to his uncle and what would they do to him. Footsteps got closer and closer as he heard squeaks on the stairs and a tiny little squeak in front of his door.
You were scared to face what you had done, but you weren't scared to drag me into it.
His door was broken with a loud bang and the boy let out a little gasp before he could cover his mouth with his hands. “There's someone in here, be careful we don’t know if they're armed”. Unknown voices said. The boy was completely terrified now and couldn't hold in the whimpers and tears anymore. He closes his eyes praying that it will all be over soon.
What would've happened if they hadn’t found me, who would I become.
“Sir there's a little boy here, get child protective services on the line”. Oh no they found me now they're going to kill me in those horrible ways uncle said. Instead of killing him however the unknown person just picked him up and started speaking with the other people in the room.
What would have happened if you hadn’t done it, where would I be?
They take him outside and put a blanket over him. They start asking a bunch of questions, some he knew and others he didn’t.
“What's your name?”
“Hunter”
“Do you live here?”
“Yes I live here with my uncle”
“Is your uncle nice to you?”
“Yes, well he is when I'm good, but most of the time I'm not and he isn’t really”
“What does he do when you're not?”
“He usually yells he hits me sometimes but it's always my fault I always want to go outside even though uncle always warns me how dangerous it is”.
“Your uncle doesn't let you outside?”
“No it's too dangerous he’s just trying to keep me safe”
The unknown person kneels down to Hunter’s level and looks at him with shock and concern.
“Hunter, how old are you?”
“I’m…………….” the boy pauses holding up his fingers and trying to count but failing miserably. At last he saddles on what he thinks is the right answer “im 6”.
What would have happened if you hadn’t killed your brother.
Later Hunter found himself sitting in a white room with chairs and people all around while adults were talking all around him. “I can’t possibly take in a child right now, especially his kid. Do you know how much stress that would put me under”. He hears what sounds like a man's voice says, he sounds kinda angry but mostly annoyed. “Please you're the best we got right now, plus it won’t be forever, it will only be temporary”. After a long time the man finally answers with a long sigh.”Fine but only for a little bit, mylife lifestyle doesn't suit kids the best”.
If you hadn’t killed my dad, then stole me
A man after a while stands in front of Hunter and says very awkwardly “Hi child.. uhhh . my name's Darius and I guess I'll be taking care of you for now. But just for a little bit until we can find someone to look after you for good”. The boy just stares at him, and finally says “ Is uncle not taking care anymore”. The boy can’t help it anymore and starts crying. Darius freaks out not knowing what to do “uhhhh well i guess.. No he can’t anymore but not because he doesn't want to but he cant anymore so i have to… temporary”. The boy sniffs and then looks up nodding his head. Darius extended his hand for Hunter to take. “ Come on, let's go to your very, emphasize on very, temporary home”. Hunter takes his hand and never looks back.
Maybe you would be here and not 6 feet under.