| Jason stared through the door. Why did this happen to him? He stared at a lifeless form with blood in his hair. His brother, Evan was officially dead. It was obvious, was it not? Jason heard the screaming and the crying. The begging and the sound of an evil happy laugh, his father. His father turned to the door and Jason knew to run. To run as far as he could. He ran out the front door. Just before he had ran out the door he grabbed his bookbag, which conveniatly held his clean gym clothes. Luckily his father at least cared to clean his clothes. 9:00 PM at night it was. The latest he had ever gone outside. What happened to his mother? Well she left when Jason was young. Jason ran to his school, the best he could think of at the time. He went behind the school and lied on the ground in a ball and just started crying. "How could this happen to me?" he choked out his mouth. He was only 10 at the time. He did not deserve to have this happen to him. He was such a sweet little boy. Always smiling, and apoligizing when he didn't do something right, always thanking people and saying please. He was such a nice boy. Morning came around and Jason was way too tired to even go to school. He knew he had to. School had always made him feel safe. He was in a place where he would never get harmed, a place with caring people such as Mr. Traverse. He had always asked if Jason was alright, but poor Jason never wanted to tell. He had a fear of his father killing him. So he just nodded or said "Yes." Jason knew he couldn't hide this though. Tear stains on his cheeks, bloodshot red eyes from crying and lack of sleep. So when Mr. Traverse's class came around and he asked if he was OK, Jason's answer was "No." | |
| And, without hesitating, he told Mr. Traverse everything. It just felt like a huge weight was being lifted away from his shoulders. Not once did he stop. And the most amazing thing...he never once thought of how mad his father would be for telling someone. Until he finished, that is. After he had told just about all his little heart could tell, he broke down in tears. | |
| "Jason, don't cry." Mr. Traverse said. Jason looked up at him. "Why? I don't even have a place to live! What's not to cry about?" He almost yelled. "Jason, would you like to stay at my place? I know it sounds weird, but I care about you and every child should have a place to live. I'll talk it over with the school, but would you be willing?" Mr. Traverse asked. "Sure..." Jason blankly said and wiped away some tears. "OK, just know that I care about you. And we'll take care of your dad." Mr. Traverse reassured. And with that he got up and left. Jason was left thinking about things. |
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I don't know how I thought of this story, but I did. I guess I'm way into drama lol.
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