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“Shuji..”
The name rang out.
”shuji.. stop hidding..”
The voice echoed against the thin walls.
A thin and small boy stay completely still and silent. His heart racing and his breath unautable. He hid in his closet, curled up in the corner hudding from the monsters outside- he wasn’t exactly sure why she was mad, but he usually didn’t.
”Shuji. I know you’re here..” A loud crashing sound as the boys mother flips a table over, her voice becoming laced in anger.
“come out now, Shuji. You can’t hide forever.”
Her voice became more forceful, unlike how she spoke earlier, with a hint of luring in her speech.
More crashing noises echoed through the small shed of a house, Shuji shook as he placed a hand over his mouth, clenching his eyes closed as he curled more into himself.
Shujis mother was now in the same room as him, looking around frantically, anger clouding her mind. Shuji desperately tried to suppress a whimper, but his mother heard it anyways.
She paused in her movements, stoping her raging and trashing of the room, her head whipping to the closet, her face scrunching into an erie smile. She steps towards the closet, where the little boy sits trembling in the corner, his eyes wide in fear.
”come out Shuji, mommy won’t hurt you..” She says, frowning when no sounds or movement are made, rage quickly evaporating her.
”I SAID COME OUT.”
She screams, throwing the door of the closet open, the door slamming off the wall as she grabs the small boys arm, pulling him out as he screams in fear.
“You little brat! You useless child! Can’t follow my instructions!” She says slapping the small boys arm, making his head fling to the side as he sobs, loud and wet tears falling down his face. She does not stop, hitting him a few more times before dragging him out of the room into the living room were she continues to hit him, yelling curses and others as he tries to scramble away from his mother.
Yelling and screaming and crying fill the room, sounds of skin on skin as the boys mother continues to beat the boy. The boy eventually runs to the kitchen, tears streaming down his red and bruised face. He grabs a kitchen knife and holds it infront of him with shaky hands.
The mother grins, laughing at the sight of her small and weak son holding a knife infront of him threateningly.
“You little shit.. drop the knife- I’m going to beat your ass so hard you’re going to regret everything you’ve ever done to me!”
She lunges at him, going for his throat, she tackles him to the ground, hands around her son’s throat, the knife falling to the side. He gasp for air, clawing at his mother’s hands, tears streaming down his face, he kicks his legs, trying desperately to pry her off. She slaps him hard, screaming into his face. He continues to scratch at his mothers hands, one hand searching desperately for the knife.
His hand makes contact and he quickly grabs it, and plunges the knife into his mother’s shoulder. She yelps in pain, letting go of him. He gasp for air, knife still in hand as he scrambles away, holding his neck, blood seeping down were her nails pierced his skin.
Rage completely over takes his mother a she jumps at the small boy and instinctively he holds the knife infront of me, his eye clenched as he hears a painful screech from his mother. Shuji opens his eyes to see his mother cowering as her hand seeps blood, She continues to yell at the boy.
“You monster!” “You little shit I’m going to kill you! You’re going to rot in hell!”
With wide eye Shuji gets up, his hands shaking and his heart beating so fast he can hear it in his ears, he jumps at his mom, stabbing her repeatedly with the knife, blood splattered everywhere. They both scream, one with terror and one with new found freedom.
Rage consumes Shuji as he continues to stab his mother, militating her body even after she’s died. The small boy huffs, out of breath, he stands up, looking down at his bloody and sliced up mother. He quietly goes to his room, cleaning his hand and stepping into a bath, his bloody close still one, the water turns pink, the air filled with the smell of iron, the smell is so strong he can almost taste it.
The small boy eventually steps out of the bath, his clothes soaked as he grabs new ones, changing into them. He grabs a back pack, filling it with a pair of clothes, some money, canned foods and a blanket, he keeps a knife in his pocket and he steps out of the bloody scene that is his mother.