nimble fingers coil around the fabric of his sleeve, looking amongst the rubbish sprayed across the kitchen. blood seeps from his forehead, staining the soft white hue of his collar, only to trickle down his chest and soon spread across the cargo colored shorts. lips part idly whilst screaming ensues, looking over as the crimson liquid only splatters more across the confides of their eating room. how can he eat in here now? the boy only watches, sickened; it was something out of a horror movie. that man, the creator of him and the now murderer of his mother; his father. he stands there, saturated in remnants of his wife. â .. mm. â silence is all he could do, young murdoc caught in the lifeless gaze heâs now to overcome in life. sirens scream and suddenly, heâs in his teenage years. living off the state in a run down apartment on the outskirts of the city. darkened orbs cascading across the expanse of his white wall, studying it, remembering it. how he hated staring at this wall-
warmth overcomes him as he sits up, that same damned white wrapping itself like a prison against him. padding along the walls keeping him from injuring himself yet.. he didnât want to. all he wanted to do was stare back at that same white wall. the crooked crack that travels in tandem with the others. â ah! â blackened orbs open wide as he turns to look over at the other; it was unusual that he would have any kind of dream, let alone a nightmare. without second thought the male curls up softly against his company, cold digits grasping onto the others flesh; begging, pleading to form some sort of comfort. some sort of sanity amongst the masses. â .. donât.. let go.. â
