Fix It

Alex stares at his blood-covered hands and then at the dull white ceiling of his bedroom, moving around his spring bed covered with a splash of colour for a sheet. Tears ran down his cheeks competing in a race to his chin. The moonlight shined through the huge open window to the right of the bedroom. His hamster, Dremilion cuddled just under his neck sympathizing for his owner. He couldn't believe what just happened. His b****y hands shook at the vivid memory. His petty pranks have finally come around to bit him in his but. The putrid smell of the drying blood on his chest and hands had him gagging with his cries. He wondered if she would be ok, she was already sick and now she's probably dead. He may have just killed his own mother. He turned his head to look out the window, bathing in the warm moonlight, praying his troubles away. He was never a religious person, always mocking the Christians and the Muslims at school. Bullying them for believing in a higher being, but now...now he could only hope that a superior being did exist. He had already lost his father and his grandparents, he couldnt lose his mother too. She was the only one left. He could still hear the sickening c***k that his mother's skull made when her head smacked against the cold, hard tiled floors. His cries got louder, he pushed up off of the bed and decided in his bits of rage to throw a temper tantrum but he stopped before he could even begin. "What if mom does live? She'd come home to a trashed house and I'd be the most terrible son in history!" He slowly placed the wooden clock that was in his hands back on his bedside table and fell to the floor in his pool of tears. Calloused hands gripped his hair hard, struggling to rip out any strands that it could. He didn't flinch he just continued, continued to tear out his hair follicles. "Was this how Becky the depressed felt at school?" Only now was he doing some great reflection. He felt horrible, he would always pick on the depressed girl telling her that being mentally ill was stupid. Only now did he realize the weight of his words. Imagine being sad all the time even when you have nothing to be sad about, drained of energy and wishing your life to go. Wishing for your pain to stop but it still continues? Only now did he realize that he was the stupid one. Suddenly, a bright light blazed throughout his room. It was blinding, he covered his eyes immediately springing up off of the floor and peaking through his hand-covered eyes to see if the light had vanished. His ears have most certainly been damaged from the reverberated sound that came with it. He slowly walked towards the light which disappeared as soon as he was in close range. There on his bed stood a piece of paper, one with old cursive writing, and random stains. His grey bulbs took their time to re-adjust until he could finally read what was on the parchment. The cold tiling beneath his feet felt warm, along with his body once he picked up the piece of paper. He looked to the heavens, seeking answers. "Were the Christians and Muslims correct? Is there really a higher being? It is the only explanation of such sorcery anyway. " His greys glanced over the words, eyebrows raising with every sentence. "Young Alex, meet me at the museum in fifteen minutes. Your mother doesn't have much time." He glanced around the room madly, "Who gave me this note and dared talked such things about my mother. Nevertheless, he grabbed his coat and headed through the window. The cold air nipped at his ebony skin, forcing him to pull his jacket closer. The beautiful change of the tree leaves had his eyes widening in awe. All the orange leaves shedding to prepare for the cold winter, fell from the Oak trees like snowflakes falling in a snow globe. His head was stretched back as far as it could gazing at the picturesque sight. The surrounding houses were already decorated in spiderwebs and pumpkins, preparing for Holloween. His dull-white, two-story house was another story. He forced himself to walk faster if what the anonymous said was true, then his mother is dying. His feet stepped on the crunchy leaves as the owls hooted in the nearby forest. The yellow-lit street light provided a path for him to take as he watched how peaceful the nighttime actually was in Oakville. No cars to roam the lonely roads, or people to seize the stifling silence's end. His exhales came out in white puffs as he kicked a lonely rock all the way to the huge grey museum. The building was also decorated with Holloween things, orange pepper lights painted the tall columns that stood at each corner of the building. A long concrete staircase welcomed him to huge brown doors. The museum was often closed at this time which had him worried if this was just some sick prank. His blood-stained hands reached out in front of him, pushing on the rusty handle of the huge doors, surprised that they were unlocked. He slowly entered the building, gaping at the high ceilings and polished floors. He could see his reflection in them, his dull grey eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and irritated lips. The still ancient artifacts around him gave him a false sense of calamity, they made him believe that he was all alone. He slowly made his way around the museum. It seemed as if he was in the prehistoric room as huge dinosaur bones stood in their feral positions with the deadliest of them all in the center, the Tyrannosaurus Rex. There it stood smack in the middle of such a mysterious species, bathing in the warm chandelier light that the cold museum offered, staring at Alex. Alex was unnerved by this. It almost seemed as if the prehistoric thing was historic once more. The way its empty skull stared at him, the way the bones of its paws point in his direction, everything about the skeleton unsettling. However, what frightened Alex was when the tiny arms moved. Alex wiped his eyes, before looking back at the T-Rex, only to see its empty podium. He took huge breaths as he looked around him, he could feel the eyeless skull burning holes in his body but he couldn't figure out where it was coming from. The beige-coated room showed only shadows cast by the chandeliers, shadows of the great predator. If Alex wasn't so lost he would probably be wetting his pants. He ran deeper into the museum opening some old doors to the entrance of the next collection, Art of the Renaissance period. Paintings flooded the beige walls as the polished floors reflected the white light of the huge chandelier that drooped in the center. Alex was in awe. His big boots clanked against the glossy floor as he made his way over to a painting he found interesting. There was a woman on it with what appeared to be her child. They were sailing away on a boat that floated on murky waters, they looked terrified as if they were running away from something. His hands reached put to brush against the old parchment which the painting rested. He could now see her tears leaking from her cloudy eyes, he could now see that the child's eyes were closed and that the mother was clutching him close. He wondered what was the meaning behind such a sad painting but his thoughts vanished as soon as hot air released onto his back. He stood completely frozen in fear. He looked at the beige walls beside the painting and sure enough a huge showed loomed over his own. His heart began to hammer out of his chest as his palms got sweaty. He dreaded to look but it was his only choice, he was trapped after all. Alex slowly turned around, head facing the tiled floors until they were greeted by chalk-white bones, bones that formed huge feet. A loud scream escaped his lips as he looked up at the dinosaur, the thing stood still head tilted in interest before it lowered its skull towards Alex. Alex tried to run but the creature blocked his path. He kept looking for exists until he realized that they were none, perhaps the note was just a death wish after all. Suddenly a loud cough vibrated through the tension-filled room. Alex raised his wet eyes in search of who coughed only to see an old man, drenched with a cloak much older than himself, on the back of the T-Rex. "Surely Tiny didn't frighten you?" As soon as the croaky words left the old man's mouth, the T-Rex began to wag its tail, purring in the petting that the old man gave It on its skull. Alex stood confused, eyebrows raised and eyes bewildered. "Well, aren't you going to say hello young Alex? I am saving your mother's life after all?"