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#nowplaying: Take It Out On Me – Bullet For My Valentine

He closed his ears with both of his hands. The shouting that came from the outside his room was blaring, even the song from his stereo couldn’t top that voice. It was his parent’s voice. Both were fighting, again. They had been fighting for so long, and he couldn’t understand the reason why they were shouting at each other. Was it about him? Sometimes he wondered if they could stop the fight and make out with each other. The fight would normally last for two hours of shouting and screaming. It could never be worse than that, because if it took longer hours before they stopped fighting, then it would be serious.

But, it was almost three hours now. This is serious, he thought to himself. He wanted to go outside and slapped both of them, but he couldn't do that. What was best for him to do now? Would they break the fight sooner or later? What would happen if he stopped them? Would they see the damage they had done to themselves? Wasn't a marriage supposed to be happy, he thought again? Wasn't it supposed to be happy, for the three of them? He lost it. He couldn't take it anymore. It felt like the world was on his shoulder. His parent’s world was on him. They both meant the world to him, and whatever that had been bothering his parent was his problem too.

That night, he fell asleep to the sound of his parent shouting.

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#nowplaying: Forever and One – Helloween

Pain, he felt the pain of his mother when he saw how his mother cried while gazing at the picture of her wedding day. The sound from the stereo brought sadness to the space, and he couldn't come closer to his mother. He stood from afar, silently stalking the crying mother at the living room. He wished he could sit next to her, wipe her tears away from her aging cheeks, and calm her so that the pain would go. But, he just watched her cried. A twinge of melancholic stabbed him right in his chest, it felt like burning inside him. A rage he could not bear but he forced it in, hoping it would stay there and cause no harm to anyone.

As the song was played on and on, his mother cried, loudly. He closed both of his ears with his trembling hands. No, he must not interfere. There was a thin line existed between them. He couldn't cross the line, no matter how thin the line was. It stopped him from breaking in; it won’t let him enter into the other side. He could just watch his mother trapped in the line, kept in the box of suffering alone with no one to wipe her tears. It was so hard for him to let go of the image of his sobbing mother from his mind.

He slowly disappeared from where he was standing, while his mother cried and the song was kept on-repeat.
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#nowplaying: Nothing Has to Happen – Hungry Ghosts

There was more fighting outside his room. They had been shouting at each other from the time his father stepped into the house. The fight had eaten him up, from the inside. No more happy family, no happier life, he thought. The sound of them fighting haunted his sleep. This bothered him. If he couldn't have a happy life in his reality, why couldn't he have a happy life in his dreams? Dreams became nightmares, and pain became close friend now. He sat on the floor, curling up his knees into his hugging arms while his parent was still fighting outside his room. He tried to enjoy the music from his radio, but the more he listened to the song, the louder the fight got.

Until there was a knock on his door, that was when the fight stopped.

He opened his door only to see his sobbing mother rushed into his room and suddenly locked the door. A banging knock was heard, accompanied by the voice of his father shouting. He ran into his mother's arm, coiled his skinny arms around her shaking body while his mother was still crying. The warmth of his mother’s body surrounded him. Everything seemed so peaceful now.

But the peace didn't last long. His father broke into the room. The door was smashed open. His father stood in front of the room with a gun in his hand. He hugged his mother tightly so that it would calm her from shaking. The fight had gone worse now. His father pointed the gun at him and his mother. His father shot the gun at both of them; bullet ran into him and his mother. Blood gushed out, pain stabbed into his chest and before he finally closed his eyes, he saw his mother falling down next to him.



At least they finally stopped fighting; he thought to himself before he closed his eyes and rested next to his mother.