The pain was always there. It was either Mental, Physical, Emotional. Either way, it was always there. Fire calmed him down. It always did. But the house he was once in was anything but warm.
It was Dark. . . . Cold. . . . . Lifeless.
The shadows were around every corner. Nothing but pain awaited at the end of the day. He sat and watched the clock tick, waiting, for the monster that hurt him to come. As time neared he watched the door with battered breath. His eyes were focused on the door knob on the other side of the hall. The pain buzzed in his ear with the whispers.
"He's done nothing but hurt you," they said.
"He doesn't love you," They continued
"End him," They Finished.
Soon the door opened and in came the beast that had hurt him so many times he wouldn't be able to count. It sneered at him.
"What are you looking at!,"it said.
It snarled at him. He watched the beast, his head tilted almost in confusion.
"You little shit! Who do you think you are!,"It roared, running to him.
He sat and looked up at the beast, his arm slowly raised and the whisper purred.
One shot, He stopped.
Two shots, He fell to his knees.
Three shots. And he's dead.