Why So Serious?
Enter: Mommy and Daddy
There was screaming. Lots and lots of screaming. He couldn't take the screaming. Too much screaming.
There was yelling. Oh, lots of yelling. He couldn't take the yelling. Too much yelling.
There were sounds, too many sounds, sounds that he didn't like. Sounds that hurt his ears and made him cringe.
The distinct sound of skin connecting with skin. The shriek of his mother. The shout of his father. The sound of glass shattering.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Daddy shouldn't be doing this. Mommy shouldn't be letting him. Why is this happening? Why is daddy doing this? Why isn't mommy stopping him?
He presses his hands to his ears. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He shuts his eyes. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He can make it go away. He can make it go away if he pretends it isn't there. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He rocks back and forth. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. No, stop, no, no, no.
"NO, STOP!" The door bangs open. His father stands there. His hands are balled into fists. Something glints in his hand.
"What did you say to me?" He seethes through his teeth. His father advances into the room.
He doesn't say anything. He just shakes his head. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
"Huh? What'd you say, you little brat?" The glinty thing is a knife. A big, shiny, knife. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
His father is standing above him now. The knife poised to strike. "I'll teach you to say anything to me!" He cringes, and shuts his eyes. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
"No!" The boy opens his eyes. Mommy's hands are clamped around Daddy. "No!" She cries again, "Please!" She sobs. She rips the knife from his hand. It flies across the room. Daddy smacks mommy's mouth.
"Bitch!" He cries. Mommy staggers across the floor.
"No!" Daddy can't hurt Mommy. He can stop daddy.
"What?" Daddy turns back to him. He kicks him in the gut. He falls to the floor. Daddy stands over him.
"Don't touch her," He says. Daddy Kicks his face. "Not mommy," Daddy yanks him by his collar. "Don't touch mommy." Daddy soundly punches his face.
Fade to black.
There was yelling. Oh, lots of yelling. He couldn't take the yelling. Too much yelling.
There were sounds, too many sounds, sounds that he didn't like. Sounds that hurt his ears and made him cringe.
The distinct sound of skin connecting with skin. The shriek of his mother. The shout of his father. The sound of glass shattering.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Daddy shouldn't be doing this. Mommy shouldn't be letting him. Why is this happening? Why is daddy doing this? Why isn't mommy stopping him?
He presses his hands to his ears. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He shuts his eyes. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He can make it go away. He can make it go away if he pretends it isn't there. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He rocks back and forth. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. No, stop, no, no, no.
"NO, STOP!" The door bangs open. His father stands there. His hands are balled into fists. Something glints in his hand.
"What did you say to me?" He seethes through his teeth. His father advances into the room.
He doesn't say anything. He just shakes his head. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
"Huh? What'd you say, you little brat?" The glinty thing is a knife. A big, shiny, knife. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
His father is standing above him now. The knife poised to strike. "I'll teach you to say anything to me!" He cringes, and shuts his eyes. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
"No!" The boy opens his eyes. Mommy's hands are clamped around Daddy. "No!" She cries again, "Please!" She sobs. She rips the knife from his hand. It flies across the room. Daddy smacks mommy's mouth.
"Bitch!" He cries. Mommy staggers across the floor.
"No!" Daddy can't hurt Mommy. He can stop daddy.
"What?" Daddy turns back to him. He kicks him in the gut. He falls to the floor. Daddy stands over him.
"Don't touch her," He says. Daddy Kicks his face. "Not mommy," Daddy yanks him by his collar. "Don't touch mommy." Daddy soundly punches his face.
Fade to black.