Staring at you i see a faded face seeming to fade faster by
the second. The fog is over whelming my vision and all that
is left is the grey covered window. The wind howls as it
wisps by....a faint sound is heard. A wispering, but now it
is not the wind, but voice of someone perhaps...a man, no a
women, it couldn't be. Slowly as i peared around the window
a small hand no bigger than an orange was wiping away the
fog. A little boy no older than 5 peared back at me a
serious face though. Nothing you would expect. In the back
ground you could see a women yelling and throwing a vase. It
crashed and I could feel the pain rench through my body as I
saw the boys  eyes glisten with tears. Now a heavey set man
came into view he swung his hands about knocking over
plates, and destroying art. The women cowered down to the
floor yelling for mercy. However he did not let up, his
voice only grew angerier and i suddenly wished I was
somewhere else. All I could think was how horrible it
probably feltto be that little boy trapped and confused. 
   I had gut feeling though the women was not his mother.
Her voice was not comforting or soothing toward the boy. She
did not lay any affection toward his innocent soul. Instead
she lay on the floor, not trying to protect the boy at all.
Slowly the man journey away from the women  and moved his
glance toward the boy. His fist rammed into his hand and his
eyes grew big in excitement. You could see the flame of
power glistning within his body. At that point my whole
vocal system shut down and my body went cold. The little
boys gaze was still fixated on me, and never left my eyes
for a second. Without warning the man slammed his arms down
on the boys shoulders, and percieved to choke him. I
realized that wa sonly torchure for what was to come,
because in his pocket stuck out a huge knife. The boys eyes
still connected with mine never moving for a second. The man
reached for the kife and stabbed th boy in the back....His
face went cold and his hand touched the glace as if he
wanted to measure how small his hand was in comparison to my
boney fingers.  His eyes slowly rolled back and he dropped
to the floor. The man looked up at me and then i noticed he
wa spointing something, I couldn't tell what though. Before
I knew it I was staring up at him his faced was covered with
a huge grin. I felt a deep pain in stomach I looked down and
touched it all I could see was red liquid moving ina round
my body forming a cover. 
   "What have you done!" I exclaimed. BAM!BAM!BAM! The
lights went out...