Lucian Locke // District One {Wip}

    Try being the boy who killed his own Mom for a day, I promise nothing makes people watch you with fear more than that. The way they whisper when they see you. The way they try to avoid eye contact at all costs. Like deer watching a bear skulk through the forest, shivering and sniffling as though it was their Mother who you drove your knife into. Wondering what it was that made my nine year old hands turn against the woman who called me son. Well they can all fuck off, just because I had a mental breakdown doesn't mean they are entitled to a front row seat for the rest of my life. 

    Let me just say this, I didn't want or mean to kill my Mother. She just wouldn't listen, nobody would ever listen. I would scream and cry about the torture and torment the monsters were masters at. They were always there, edging closer, threatening to take me away into the dark.