-1Watching you Through my Tears

Walls. Walls are built to protect, to protect people from the things that they are too scared to see, to feel, or be aware of. Whether it be the slow decay of time or the unstoppable force of the outside world the walls that kept you hidden and safe will crumble, and when they do, there is nothing that can save you.

My name is Lucas Scott, I am sixteen years old. I learnt form a very young age that to survive in a world that shows no mercy you must make sure that you remain unseen, unknown and uncared for, and for me that really wasn't a problem. I would love to sit here and talk about my lovely, perfect childhood but fortunately for you my life has been very far from that. The real downfall of my life began at age eight. My mother, Karen Roe, started seeing a man named Rick. Rick was the perfect boyfriend, and to many he seemed the perfect substitute father; he seemed. My mom would leave me with Rick for hours on end, as she slaved away at the café. I would have to sit and watch as Rick tied rubber round his arm, his off white shirt shoved clumsily and desperately as far up as his collar, removing from his briefcase powders that often shone whiter than his shirt. I used to think how I was the only one who knew this, his perfection being the result of him constantly breathing in this white powder, or melting it down to it's core, trying to get the very essence of good in him. It sounds silly now, but at the time it was the only sense I could make of a situation unfathomable for an eight year old, especially one from Tree Hill.

Flashback…

Lucas had been sitting in his room for maybe an hour after arriving back from the river court. His mother

once again would be working late into the night or maybe the early morning. So like most nights it would be just him and Rick in the house, Lucas wished more than anything Keith could be there, to protect him, but Rick did not approve of Keith. He had not yet heard the deep voice beckoning him to dinner, but from the loud clanking and the large variety of swear words reaching his ears he could feel that it was not long off.

"Lucas, your goddamn food is ready." As soon as he heard his voice Lucas' heart sank. He prepared to leave, but his small hand hesitated as it approached the door. He began to hear the loud sound of Ricks feet hitting the creaking floor, at the sound of this he retreated further into his room as the door swung open. "you ungrateful ass hole I said your fucking food is ready." as Rick spoke he grabbed Lucas by his t shirt and roughly led him into the kitchen. Lucas sat on the chair and stared down at his food, Ricks food never compared to his mothers, in comparison it barely looked like food. "Eat your fucking food you bastard" Lucas felt his cold, strong rings hit the side of his face sending a hot trickle of blood run down his cheek and him to the floor. He could not stop the tears that were falling from his eyes, even though he could hear Rick shouting at him to shut up. As Rick walked, forward Lucas felt his foot harshly connect with his face sending Lucas violently falling backward. Lucas looked up at him begging him to show mercy, but in his eyes all he could see was cruelness. He grabbed Lucas' head and slammed it on to the wooden table, as Lucas' eyes became level with the table he caught site of the injection lying on the table. He could see Rick soon become aware of what he was looking at, and a laugh that sent razors down his back soon escaped from his mouth. He grabbed Lucas by the arm and with all his weight on his ribs he held him down, causing them to crack. With a viscous smile he inserted the needle. Lucas cried for help but the pressure on his chest restrained him, he tried to fight the feeling that he soon would grow accustom too, but soon fell into the darkness that surrounded him.

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