Bang!

Even the pleasant waters of sleep couldn't save him.

His mother faced down on the discolored carpeted floors.

A flood of red spilling out.

The labored breaths of the frigid air whistling in his little ears.

"She was going to leave us," A hoarse voice snarls from above him like a dark, looming storm cloud. "...and it's your fault." The thunder rumbles in. Then the lighting strikes in an instant, reverberating into a void that is now his home.

In the eye of the storm, the light of his mother's smile was swallowed by the darkness, leaving him alone.