Cold DAy Memory

Cold Day Memory

An ice-cold wind blows hard across the face of a young boy.
Tears roll down his face as he frowns, his life void of joy.
He sits outside his house in front of the front door.
Inside the house his father verbally abuses his mother by calling her a whore.
The house sits on a busy road down town a major city.
People walk by constantly including some young girls the boy thinks are pretty.
 They just walk by without even glancing the boys’ way.
Being ignored just drives the boy further into the gray.

The boys’ eyes are black and blue,
since his father tends to lose his temper every time he sips on brew.
It’s a common theme since his father is drunk every day
and beats his son and wife who wishes she had turned out gay.
At least then she would have avoided the abuse given to her by the man who claims to love her.
Maybe then she wouldn’t have to cry herself to sleep every night.

The boy stands up to his father and defends his mother when she is attacked by her man.
In return he gets punched, kicked and hit over the head with a cooking pan.
He then crawls to the front door and sits outside crying, wishing someone would stop and help.
Person after person walks by, not one detects a problem.
The boy will often approach someone for help only to be turned away.
Everyone is too busy to help; no one can even spare a quick minute.

“Get away from me kid can’t you see I’m on the phone!
No!  I can’t help you, I’m so busy I don’t have a minute to loan!”

“Can’t you see I’m on an important conference call here kid and running late for work?
Why don’t you go play in a park
instead of harassing strangers for favors?
Or how about you pick up a bible and learn about your savior?
Might do you some good since it appears to me you don’t have God in your life.
Jesus will fill your heart with love; he won’t stab it with a knife.”

“Please leave me along kid I need to get home to watch the Miley Cyrus Music Video.
I love her so much, she’s such a great role model and seeing her perform leaves me feeling so giddy.
Every day I wish I could be like her, she has so much talent.
She can sing, dance, act and does so much good; she should be praised by everyone on the planet.”

“Sorry kid I don’t have time to stop and talk, I’m running late for a date with my mistress.
Sorry, that’s…really none of your business.”

“I’m on my way to buy some crack kid I need a fix bad.
Sor…sorr….sorry kid don’t get mad.
My wife is a bitch and constantly nagging me, crack is the only thing that keeps me sane.
Don’t look at me like you’re about to complain!
Go run along and play with a Lego.
I really need to pick up my tempo.”

The boy feels chained to his yard, trapped inside his own house.
Since no one will pay attention to his cries, he’s convinced he must be a mouse.
His cries are constantly ignored by people walking by, silence is all he knows.
He can’t even remember the last time his parents bought him some new clothes.
His mom is always a wreck, popping pills to numb the pain of decaying inside.
The boy looks up to her but she’s not much of a guide.
He wishes he could help her but feels powerless to do so.
It’s sad but he wishes he could just freeze to death and has his body become buried under snow.
At least then the torment of living would come to an end.
No one would miss him; his parents don’t care about him and he doesn’t even have a friend.

The stress of his life is beginning to weigh heavily on him.
He would give anything to get out of this situation, even one of his limbs.
Anything to escape the hell he lives in.
Anything to life his spirit and raise his chin.

One night the boy decides he has had enough.
He decides it’s time to stop being weak and time to act tough.
It’s time to take matters into his own hands.
For a while now he’s been coming up with this plan.

The boy quietly leaves his bedroom late one night and tip toes to his parents’ bedroom.
Outside the bedroom he can smell his mother’s perfume.
She always sprays it around the bedroom after his father is finished with her.
She thinks it helps to erase the pain he causes her but the boy has his doubts that it works.

The boy quietly opens the bedroom door and steps inside.
What he discovers nearly causes him to have a heart attack and die.
His mother is crawled up in a ball on the bed naked, blood coming from her anus.
Tears fall from her defeated eyes; her father has done something heinous.
His lies comfortably in bed, a smile spread across his face.
He sleeps peacefully, snoring away, completely unaware that he’s a fucking disgrace.
The boy tip toes to the left side of the bed, the side of his mother
who looks at him and begins to shudder.

The boy opens a drawer located next to the bed and takes out a gun.
His convinced that he will do what must be done.
His mother looks at him in fear and violently shakes her head.
Her eyes are overcome with dread.
She’s afraid her husband will awake and violently punish them both.
The boy disagrees, he’s about to show some real growth.

The boy cocks the gun and points it at his sleeping father
who quickly wakes up feeling rather bothered.
He jumps out of bed and begins to laugh at his son.
He’s not intimidated by his son holding a gun.

“What are you going to do with that gun boy?
How about you put that gun away before I permanently destroy
every bone in your body and leave you on the ground to die!
Put the gun down, I really don’t want to be a bad guy.”

The boy, unfazed by the threats pulls the trigger and puts a bullet in between his father’s eyes.
His mother, in shock lets out a loud cry.
The boy hugs his mother and tells her everything will be alright; the nightmare is over.
We can put this all behind us and become a strong pair.