The little boy layed there upon the ground limpless.. holding his legs tightly to his chest by his arms which held the essence of blood. His eyes left a large trail of shining water that trickled to the ground as a waterfall of hopes and dreams being washed away. Tattered body he was. scrapes and cuts and bruises all along his face and arms.. and underneath his clothing. His father had left to the bar to drink away the emotional stress he was given from another days work. you would of figured that stress would of gone away after he broke the chair over his little 10 year old son. Not giving a damn about the feelings and pain he was issueing him. And yet that son just layed there upon the floor along with all the other tattered and torn objects that were broken over his body. He remembered them all clearly. even though he had the head ache. and the extremely large wound left by the vase two days ago. The little boy finally brought thoughts together.. and pulled himself up to give himself more comfort on his leg.. he thought hard how to excape this. Running away never worked last time. Only brought him more physical pain. So the boy thought hard.. and finally came to a good conclution.. and dragged himself off into the kitchen where pots and pans were all scattered in the dark.. some with even rotting food from the last september. He pushed himself a little farther. seeing through the light of the fire place across the living room... hand grasping alot of broken glass.. and leaves from the broken window... until he reached the spot he wanted to be most... Pulling the drawer open with all his might... utensils and silver ware rushed out as if bats in a cave. they fell lifeless on the floor all around. He looked for that specific Item and spotted it with his blurry wet eyes. Picking it up.. he layed that knife on his wrist. and pushed down with all his might.. Hoping that the liquid would fall easily... but it wasnt that simple.. his first pressure and pull left only a scratch.. not even blood was visible.. so he tried again.. pushing back and forth on his wrist.. making it turn red and began to burn.. He pushed one last time.. hard and fast.. then the river began to flow out and down his hand onto that floor of glass and leaves.. The little boy smiled and watched as the redness fell down and saw his vein beginning to flatten like a tire.. and one last glimps behind him.. seeing his father... crying.. and the words fell over his mouth... "Im sorry"......