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Today was the day he was supposed to sneak out of this hell and mail the letter that would reunite him with his big sister, but instead his hope is torn apart above him. Like newly fallen snow, the boy is covered by the strips of paper - buried in his own written words, abandoned in an eternal darkness. Cold. Hurt. Afraid. And desperate to know why - What has he done to deserve this?
‘Why me?’
When Haruki had come home, his worst nightmare came true. The monsters under the bed stood before him in the form of his Father. In his father's clenched fists were the letters. Before Haruki could even ask for mercy or forgiveness, his little body was dragged inside the doors of hell still fully clothed in outer clothing. Almost as if blinded by spotlights, he sat on his knees petrified. Screaming in his head, he pleaded with holy powers that his father's unstable condition and slurred swearing against him would lead to disinterest in not feeling the need to expend energy and go to bed. However Father always has the energy to punish him. Always. Never since the divorce has an encounter with his father's aggression not ended in fresh bruises.
‘Why Dad?’
He is held. For the first time, he is held close to his father's chest, hidden under cloth. The familiar sound of hugging snow is somehow a comfort, despite the pain he enjoys the warmth.
‘Let me out!’
The winter cold wakes him from his dream state. Gone was the warmth, instead he was gently laid down in something. It was cold - He misses the body heat. Half-closed eyes look up at the shadowy figure but are met by empty black orbs. No love in them; as usual; his father's eyes are always blank except when they reflect anger,, now is no different. ‘I am alive’ Haruki wants to say. But as if his lips were glued together, they refuse to open. And the door closes on the refrigerator. No goodbye or words. Just silence apart from the snow and the thud.
Trapped in darkness. No light. Just blackness.
Blood ran down his hands. His now cracked nails claw desperately at the opening. He tries to breathe, but the darkness won't let him. The oxygen is stolen. His cries for help are not heard. The desperation for his father to return when he realizes his son is alive. Not dead yet.
No one hears.
‘WHY ME?’