It was dark and cold making it even più depressing and frighting then it already was. Shattered glass, dead trees, and the dead of the night made it feel even più real then it seemed, the sound of a crashing car was heard as its horn let out a noise. His navy blue Converse stepped through the glass and shattered bits of ruble, his black hair blew through the wind revealing his grey eyes that had sorrow and hopelessness in them. He fell to his knees looking helplessly at the car, the car door finally flew open and a weak bloody hand let itself up, the fingers gripped the side and she pulled herself up, her blonde hair that had shatters of glass and blood blotches in it and her blood soaked head, she blinked back the pain as tears filled in her grey eyes, " mom!!" he shouted getting off of his knees running, but as he ran it seemed the car and the woman were getting farther and farther as he tried to reach her. Suddenly a bright light blinded him making him stop running and shield his face with his hands closing his eyes tightly. He snapped open his eyes looking from side to side, he was at a train station, the flashback like image made it seem less real then it felt but he still couldn't figure out if this was a dream o his reality. He breathed out and te could see his breath, the ground was covered in snow, he wore a zipped up brown giacca with a red scarf, with black fingered gloves, black jeans, and navy blue converse. He heard shouts of anger and bickering along side him and looked over to see his dad who was pulling at his moms suitcase, she yelled out a " let go!" that echoed through the train station and pulled at her bag finally, he let go and she fell back into the train as the doors closed separating the two, the train blew out a horn a sign that it was about to leave and started to sposta slowly, the train finally flew past him full speed making his scarf and loose giacca go flying in the wind, . The train finally disappeared from the station, his dad craned his neck over at him approaching him and threw a punch, punzone at him making him fall to the hard polished wood floor that was in his dad and his apartment, he blinked open his eyes, one that had a bruise over it from the hit and sat up weakly from the dust and stains that now gathered on the wood floor. He looked over to the cucina to see a shadow from the glare of the fridge of a man drinking away at beer, he peered inside and gasped to see the man whom he had expected to be his father, the man looked up angrily with his unshaved black stubble on his face with his piercing grey eyes. He screamed opening his eyes, he was sitting up in his letto drenched in sweat and shaking in fear, he sighed falling back on his letto wiping his hands on his face, he looked over at his alarm clock that read 5:40 AM, he finally sat back up and flopped his legs to the side of his letto and only wore his plaid blue pajama pants. He got up trudging his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He slipped on a white t-shirt ans mop dried his black hair with a towel, he opened the cabinet in the bathroom finding empty dusty birra bottles and moved them to the side pulling out a comb. Lucky for him three hours of sleep is the longest hes gotten so far.


He pulled up his cappuccio picking up his chitarra case and walked out the door closing it quietly behind him, He stepped down the front steps and began his way down the sidewalk, he rubbed his eye with his hand as he made his way to the bakery, the small ball went off as he walked in, the baker looked up behind the counter and smiled " good morning to te Bentley " he said, Bentley smiled " morning Mr. Kladferd " he detto walking up to the counter.



He poured Bentley a mug of coffee " so hows your dad been? " Mr. K asked putting the coffee pot back on its hot plate, he took a sip from the mug and put it back on the tavolo pushing it back, " its been... better..... i guess " Bentley muttered quietly. " And hows school been make any friends...... meet any girls? " Mr. K asked, " haven't been going to school i haven't had enough time... dads been violent lately... if i don't bring home enough money he hits.. " Bentley muttered. " If he keeps doing this Bentley i'm going to have to call kids help.. and get your dad the help he needs.. he cant keep doing this..." Mr. K detto stopping looking at Bentley and slowly moved the bangs out of Bentley's face mostrare the black eye on his right eye, Bentley stepped back letting his bangs fall back over his face. Mr. K sighed looking at Bentley with a sad and angry expression. " When did te get this..." Mr. K muttered, " three days ago... but its fine honestly.. " Bentley muttered, " Bentley.... te deserve so much more... your a bright and very talented young man... te don't need this te are so deserving of a better life... " Mr. K said, Bentley sighed looking at the time that read 8:52 AM, he had done it again, he had talked to Mr. Kladferd for hours, " I'll come da later Tedd.... " Bentley detto trying to force a smile and walked out the door making the little campana, bell go off once more. Mr. Kladferd looked at the door that now closed shut and sighed smiling slightly, " kid hasn't called me Tedd in years... " he muttered to himself.