#conqueringmind

[geneticallyalteredrocket]

(So uncomfortable question) "Do you wanna boom bang bang with the rodeo?" (AVHDVHFI)

"…I don’t think I know how to adequately respond to that.”

[dxrmestidae-blog]

A Child By Lamplight|| Conqueringmind

    For some people they get into the habit of doing something most others would not typically do. It was a common occurrence, a usual part of the week. His father would get worked up, drunk, in a general bad mood. Words will be said, distasteful exchanges with little regret. Occasionally something will be tossed, someone will get hit. Someone always being him. Once the focus has left him he'll sneak out the window, the back door, sometimes through the fireplace wood door, and take refuge someplace- anyplace- till the waters calmed.

     But, this time, there was no waiting it out in the empty lot or under the bridge of the playground. No, this time was real. This time he panicked. This time he didn't know what to do. All he knew to do was run.

And run he did.

    Tears rolled down his stained cheeks without any sign of stopping. Where he was to go at this hour, this weather, and without a jacket? He didn't know, but he was going to end up someplace far, far away from him. Finally taking a moment to stop and take in his surroundings, Oddo realized where he was and trudged on. Crossing his arms over his chest. Pj's were not the ideal attire for such weather but there were greater things for him to be concerned about. He was more concerned about the blood coming from his nose or the bruising pigment around his eye.

    The shaken boy recognized this street, its houses. If he recalled correctly two or three had kids. So those are the ones he'd approach. Only ask families for help, right?

    Nervously he approached the first door, but before he could even think to knock he began to sob. Just a child and he knew when things have gotten real bad. What if they just shut the door in his face. Made fun of him. Or worse, called his father. What would he do then.

     So he stood at some strangers door step, bruised and scrapped up, shaking uncontrollably. The choices and possibilities muddling in his head, causing him to slowly inch to the ground and bring his knees to his chest. All he wished to do was disappear. No one would notice he was very sure of that. He wouldn't be a burden. Maybe if he became small enough it would become so?