The Past, The Present, The Future

CHILDHOOD

I woke to screaming, a scream I will never forget; such scream that will haunt me for the years to come. I was 3.

She screamed for her life, piercing through the plastered-plastered walls of the 2-story apartment. I listened unemotional, I was 3 I didnt know what to feel. I could here the thud of the blunt object hitting bone; her crys slowly dwindling after each break of the bone, god the pain must have been unbearable but yet she strived to live, live for her son, to see him grow into a man she dreamed; to wisk her away from the evil drunk that awaited her each day. I was 3.

It all eneded with a bang.

4 months later after the crime was decided to be a suicide and manslaighter, the men in uniform took me away from the blood bath room of what used to be my biological parents bed room. "3 years old, damn..." The man next to me muttering to himself; remembering back I bet he could have been a green collar fresh from the academy never seeing such a crime happening infront of a three-year old boy whose father was a bastard drunk son of a bitch. Everything I knew, everything that has been taught to me at that point never prepared me for the what life really is. At that moment of time I no longer knew the world as Sesame Street or Loony Tunes, but a world full of deathm loneliness and sorrow. For the next 7 years my life was that equal to a child losing his parents in a war that was never supposed to be fought. I grew into manhood at that time of point when I stepped into that cruiser; my childhood, hmph I had no childhood...if I did well then it must have been someone elses.

THE PRESENT

I woke up sweating again the screams hunting me every time I close my eyes and then the final gunshot to the head. Its been 17 years since that life changing day, for the amount of years passed I would have thought these hauntings would past and let me go; I was wrong.