 |
| Scared Boy |
| When I was I guess about five or so, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a boy with red hair and freckles staring blankly from across the room at me. There was what appeared to be a light of some sort in his lap and it was shining up on his face. He had kind of kinky curly hair and was wearing a thin striped blue and white shirt. He didn't blink or even move, just stared ahead, almost looking through me. Then I saw what I believe was his dad. He was crouching next to him, where the boy was sitting huddled in the corner of my room, glaring at his son and the boy began shivering. What looked like ice or some kind of wet slimy stuff started to cover the boy and he was shaking and his lip was protruding a bit like when a kid pouts. The boy clenched his tiny fists (he appeared to be about eight or so) and shivered and just stared straight at me. His dad turned his head ever so slowly and looked at me and just stared like he hated me. The vivid memory of this haunts me still, the look on his dad's face and the fear that just poured out of the kid. I felt like I wanted to just burst into tears right then. I screamed for my Mom or Dad to come in the room (their room was next to mine) and my Dad came in. He was mad that I had disturbed them and told me to shut up or he'd give me something to be scared of. I laid back in my bed and just stared at the boy shivering covered in that clear, wet, shiny mess with his dad staring at me and I closed my eyes tight, covering my head with my blankets. After awhile, I went to sleep. I slept like that many nights... |