First Fictober

ลำดับตอนที่ #3 : Poison

An five-year-old boy was on the floor. It actually looked like he was forced to stay down. His arms stretched out fretfully, his legs kicked the air, his mouth screamed with no kind of understandable sound coming out. 

 No one was with him. His father had left the house for three days. And his mother was quietly slept outside, in the garden, where he planted beautiful roses as his mother's name, Rosa. 

 "Chris" his name was called mumblingly. He got goosebumps. Tears were falling drip by drip. 

 "Chris" his name was repeated mumblingly, coldy. 

 Chris screamed. Tried to shout. Pitifully, there was just his breath from his mouth. His jaws dissociated so wide that he seemed to not be able to control them anymore. The tongue tasted the cold air. The smell of roses and dirt inevitably thrusted through all his way in. It hurt his nose, his teeth, his throat, and his lungs then stuck in his stomach. 

 He crawled, a small move, inch by inch. His hand finally found something to help him tonight. A white pill. Magical medicine of his father, the pills to kill all his nightmare and sickness, were given to him as a gift before the old man left. He ate them daily since then. Chris put a pill in his mouth ,swallowed it in haste. 

 It took half of an hour to turn the poison to eternal pleasure.