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Nightmare: Chapter 2
The room wasn’t really big. There were to beds
near one wall and a cupboard opposite to them. A desk stood under a window. On
the floor sat a boy, maybe four years old. He was carefully drawing something.
His hair was messy and pale lavender. His eyes had the same colour.
Suddenly, the door opened and another boy came
in. He could be eight. The two boys were probably brothers – their eyes had the
same shape and the same
colour, and they both
were pale. However, the older one had black straight hair. An irregular scar
marred his left cheek.
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Hey,
Boris. – he bent over the child. – I’m going now. You remember what you
shouldn’t do?
The small boy nodded.
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Don’t
open the door to anybody – tell them to come back when mommy or daddy are home,
don’t touch the oven in the kitchen - he paused thoughtfully. – and don’t touch
the knives.
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Good.
– the black-haired boy took a school bag and patted the child on the head. –
Bye!
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Bye!
– the little boy waved his hand and returned to drawing.
It was a completely different place. The room
had more in common with a prison cell. The walls were bare and there were no
windows. The only piece of furniture was a bed. A knife was lying on the floor.
The lavender-haired boy looked different now. It wasn’t exactly the fact, that
he looked older now – he was probably six. His eyes were dull and sad now and
he had a large dark bruise on his cheek. His arms were bruised too. A small
puppy was lying on the floor – it had the same hopeless look in his eyes as the
child. The boy started petting it.
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I
should’ve done what they told me to. – he said. – Not because I want you to
die, but if you live you’ll have to suffer. – he smiled, but at the same time
tears were escaping from his eyes. – So I’ll kill you...
He reached for the knife and with
the other he held the puppy. Quickly, he cut the animals throat. Blood stained
his knees. The child shakily threw the knife away and stared at the still warm
corpse. Suddenly, he grabbed the dead puppy and hugged it. He started rocking,
the puppy in his arms like macabre parody of a teddy-bear.
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I’m
sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry – he kept repeating like broken record.
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Well, I changed the point of view. BTW, I took one of those funny ‘Which
Beyblade character are you?’ tests and guess, who I got? Boris-Bryan. Wonder
why?