There was a loud banging sound

Mark opened his eyes.

He knew that his father was drunk and sleeping right now.

What was that noise

Mark quietly crept down the hall.

Carefully slipping past his father's bedroom.

He shuffled his little feet toward the noise.

There was a small creaking sound as a door opened.

Mark paused, standing his ground.

A small fragile boy stepped out, facing him

"Wh-who are you?"

The boy steps back, clenching his fist.

"He forgot to lock the door"

Mark raises his eyebrow, biting his lip.

"Who are you?"

He asks again.

But the boy gives the same toned answer.

"He forgot to lock the door."

It was as if the boy was guiding him.

So Mark sniffles up his courage and steps closer to the boy who doesn't back away.

"We need to get help."

The boy states, grabbing on to Mark's wrist.

Mark turns to the stairs, 

"My dad is going to help you."

But the boy doesn't let go, he pulls him beside him

"No, not him."

The boy then looks toward the kitchen.

"There."

He points to the home phone.

Mark nods, leading the way into the kitchen and pulling down the cord.

He takes a deep breath.

Everything seemed so unfamiliar.

So unclear

help

His head hurt, his body was in pain.

The boy pulls at Mark's wrist again.

Mark turns toward him

They are now making eye contact and Mark can now feel the boy's aura

Fear, anger , sadness and confusion

Though the boy is new, he doesn't seem completely unfamiliar to the six-year-old.

The boy doesn't move 

But Mark knows what to do.

He presses the emergency three numbered dial

He was even surprised with himself that he remembered that.

 "911, What's your emergency?"

Mark looked toward the boy one last time.

"I need help."

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