15 . The Blood That Cannot be Washed Away

[this chapter contains mentions of domestic violence, murder and abuse. proceed with caution :)]

3rd person POV

The child dozed off leaning to the wall until he jolted awake to someone banging on his door.

"Open this door!!!!"

The child shivered at the sound of his mother's angry cries. He quickly unlocked his door.

On the other side was his mother, her face and arms had purple bruises of being hit and her expression looked scary.

"....Mom... mom I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The child cried as he pleaded but the woman was unfazed. She stepped forward and grabbed the child by the neck and pulled him closer.

"You!!... its all your fault!!!"

The woman was not in her right mind and she choked the child, with both her hands wrapped around the fragile,thin neck. The child struggled but it was rendered futile as a 6 year old child's strength was not even comparable to a full grown adult's. In a few seconds the child's struggles ceased and his body went limp as he lost consciousness.

Only at the site of her unconscious child did the woman's senses return to her.

"....Joonie... Joonie???!!!"

She stared at her unconscious child and checked his pulse with trembling hands... and let out a relieved sigh when she found the child was still alive.

(next day)

The child woke up with bruises around his neck. But that wasn't the only change in the child's appearance.

His hair.

His black hair was entirely bleached to a bright blonde colour.

The child questioned his mother about his hair and she commented that the black hair looked ugly on him.

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About a month passed and his father was not at home for the whole month. The strange friend of his mother would visit often, and soon the child got used to the smell of cigarette smoke that constantly lingered in the house.

After sometime he started to notice some changes in his mother. Sometimes when the stranger was not at home she would act weirdly, laughing to herself and talking to herself. The child noticed his mother had scars on her arms and new wounds appeared every day. Some were deep and some were shallow. all those irregular cuts and scars increased every passing day.

Some days the mother would come to the child's room at night. At those times she commented how she loved the child's blonde hair and how beautiful the child was without any scars on his body.

At other times she wouldn't talk to the child and the simplest wrongdoings earned beatings that would render the child unable to move for the rest of the day.

The child noticed his mother taking some medications often from an unlabeled bottle. After she does she wouldn't hit the child for a while and acted rather cheerful.

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Few more months continued this way and the child slowly got used to it. Being careful when his mother was silent, and listening to her every command. He continuously bleached his hair and always made sure his body didn't have any wounds. This way he could reduce the beatings he got from his mother.

One day the stranger decided to stay for the night. The child didn't pay it any mind and he stayed in his room.

At about 11pm he heard a car parking in the driveway.

His father has returned.

The child quickly went outside his room and he saw the stranger hiding in his mother's closet and his mother closing the doors of the closet shut.

His father soon came in to the house. the child looked at his mother.

'...Today must be dad's surprise. '

The child thought. He went to his father and tugged on to the sleeve of the man's shirt.

The man looked like a mess and smelled heavily like alchohol.

His father was drunk again but surprisingly the child wasn't scared.

He looked at his father with lightless, hollow eyes.

.....

"...Dad, mom has a surprise for you in her closet."

.....

Everything else was a blur.

His father strode to the closet with his mother trying to stop him.

He fought the stranger for some time and in the next moment his father was sitting on top of the limp body of the stranger, who had a knife embedded in his heart.

Red blood seeped out of the stab wound and stained his father's cloths.

His mother cursed in agony. He felt his mother hit him and scream at him ...

"You!!! you cursed child!! you killed him!! you killed him!!"

The child's eyes stayed hollow and emotionless as his mother screamed at him while crying, hitting him continuously.

His father strode towards his mother and held her by the neck. The child watched as her screams stoped and her hand fell to her side, limp.

In the next moment his father was hitting him. The child was confused...

.....

'...When did it all go wrong?

What did i do?

...Why is mom not moving?

Am I... the reason for ths?

Would... would everyone be happy again if not for me??

...Will mom and dad love each other... if I didn't exist??

Is this all... really my fault?...'

.....

The child's mind spiraled in his own emotions.

"....Dad...why are you hitting me?"

The child asked his father after he was thrown to the ground. His voice lacked emotion and his eyes looked like those of a dead person.

"You... you bastard.... you are not my child!!!

You are the bastard child that wretched woman had with that man!!!!"

His father screamed and continued to hit him. Blood seeped from his head where it hit the foor and his whole body ached. The child felt his consciousness slipping and his vision blacked out.

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The child woke up after a while. His small body was soaked in blood that wasn't his own and His hand held a knife tainted in red.

The child's father's body layed limp before him, and the pool of blood from the body slowly crawled towards the child, before finally painting his small feet red.

At this moment the child heard a voice in his head. the voice said,

"You did it.. You killed all these people.."