Give Me A Chance! November 09/08

Answer me David, a voice blared full of frustration. This is the third time you've come home with an "F" . His mother frustrated at the pile of unsatisfactory grades. Tell him something Stephen she screamed at her husband who was callous at the situation, he had no interest in dealing with his own child. Go up to your room, directing her voice toward David. David was a young 7 year old boy if one would run into him in the streets he would be defined as the perfect image of innocents. He had sandy blond hair, blue eyes, a small nose and round face. David kept quiet most of the time, he always did what he was told. Never a complaint.

Lately that was not the case his grades declining gradually. If one would dive into recent event one would understand why. His parent were constantly arguing for a few months now. They were on the brink of a divorce. Like all parent sometimes they do not realize the affect this might have on a young child.

David was very imaginative and artistic one only need to look at his water colors and it became apparent that David was no ordinary boy. Smarter than all his class this is why it was a grave concern that his grade declined in the few months.

It was late now and it was Davids bed time. His mother now in the room with him. I'm sorry, I yelled at you today. I'm just concerned for honey, you know we as your parent love you. she said. Are you and Dad okay he asked. David was old enough and smart enough to understand what as going on. Your dad and I are just having grown up problem and we are trying to fix it as best we can, she replied. Are you and dad getting a divorce, he asked. I don't know David, now why don't you go to sleep. Okay, he said, as he was kissed good night.

The next day things seemed usual David awoke to find breakfast ready, he ate and continued his daily routine and went upstairs to get dressed. While upstairs his parents began to argue as they did for the past six months every morning. What time are you coming home? she asked. I have to work late today so don't wait up for me, he replied. You mean your going to see her, she threatened. That my business remember, we agreed to a Divorce, he replied. Right, you bastard she screamed you had to ruin our family. Lower your voice before our son hear you bitching. David are you ready she screamed, not realizing that David had been listening by the stair.

David now quiet, more than usual as she drove him to school. Are you okay honey ? she asked. I know you and dad are getting a Divorce he somberly replied. I know honey, I know. She now knew she could not hide it anymore. I'm sorry baby, we tried. As he stepped out of the SUV. He then hurried into his class.

His teacher had noticed his change in attitude and his general demeanor. It was apparent in his recent art work, it was full of anger his strokes were heavy and abstract, the dark reds, blacks where the only colors used lately. He now kept to himself. His teacher began to worry. He though it be a good idea to talk to him, but each time he tried David avoided the subject and kept quiet.

All those around David where shocked at his composer, how he never seemed to talk or express in words how he felt. He never once cried, nor did he show that he would so.

That night he went home with his mother, they ate dinner without his father. He waited patiently hopeful that his dad would walk in. It was now late and his father seemed that he was not coming home. His mother sent him to bed. It was more apparent now, his expression somber as he gently drifted to sleep.

2 hour later David was awaken by loud cry's and screams. His father had came home, and was now beating his mother, he had had to much to drink. He grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. As she screamed in pain. You bitch, your no good. Your worthless denying me of pleasure, that why I got it somewhere else, he yelled. As she cried on the floor now her gaze focused she realized that David was in the room. No, no, honey go back to your room. David was in shock now. What you don't like me hurting mommy, as his father slapped her across the face. Look at your mommy now as he continued to beat her the sound of flesh against pavement was all that broke the silence.

David began to scream, Stop! daddy! Stop! He began to tear as he crawled up into a ball, his anger began to build. The veins in his eyes red and defined as his anger continued to grow. Stop! he yelled and his screams louder than before piercing the air, growing louder and bouncing and echoing off the walls. David had held all the anger and sadness in him, it began to overwhelm him.

No one truly knows what happened next, but there are theories and from the evidence amongst the fires remains was the most compelling of all a perfectly formed casing of ash of a young boy.

All that sadness and Anger he had held overwhelmed him to the point that his body gathered energy from his surrounding causing him to glow bright yellow, and explode. An explosion so big that it not only burned his own home, but burned three surrounding homes.

That was the last time anyone had seen David he had no choice, not a chance did his selfish parent give him to live, and he did the only thing he knew. Giving his life, in a hope that his memory of his family would remain as he wished it to be. One full of hope and happiness.

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It is sad when a child has to endure such pain. This story is dedicated to all those who have experienced such pain, and know the feeling of just wanting to explode.