条顿骑士

Year 3390. - Dear Mother -1

Jead was sitting down of the floor.  He was gently looking into face of his mother lying down on the floor.  Blood of his mother was soaked into wooden floor.     “Hurry up! You fool!!” Mother yelled from inside of the house.  Jead shivered his body.  It was a cold morning of winter; however, Jead was forced to draw water from water place in town.  Cold air of winter morning iced Jead's swollen face, which had beaten by his mother last night. His mother beat him because he did not draw water from water place within the night.  He walked towards water place with tottering step. He had not eaten any food over a week.  There was no one around of water place.  On the way back to the house, he sat down on the ground. He could not manage himself standing any longer because of lack of energy. His sight became hazy...Then he lost his consciousness.     Jead woke up by voice of old lady. His hazy sight showed ghost like old lady.  Then old lady said,  “This is karma.”  Old lady pointed her finger to Jead's head. If he had enough energy, he would of slap away finger of old weird lady; however, he could not make any action under his current condition. He did not even able to think where he was and if this was in real or in the dream.  He gave up thinking, he closed his eyes again.     When he woke up again, there is no one around him. He stud up slowly, and started to go home, dragging pail full of water. He used all of his remaining energy to hold his consciousness. After long time, he finally arrived to home.  As soon as he enters the house, his mother took pail away.  Then his mother kicked him hardly into the door.  “Why it took so long! You useless fool! Don't have any foods for idiot like you!!!”  “I'm sorry...mom”  Jead apologized to his mother. He could not see her face.  “Huh??You are sorry, huh?? Well then....”  His mother opened the door, grabbed his arm, and threw him outside of the door.  “Be sorry there, fool!” She slammed the door.  It was very cold out. He got up slowly.  He tried to open the door, once and twice...It did not open.  He sat down on the ground after trying to open the door couple more times.  His body started to shiver hardly. He held his knees to keep himself warm, and started daydreaming about the tender memories of his father.  ***  Jead is walking around in a market holding hands of his parents. Colorful fruits with sweet smell caught Jead's attention. When his father saw that, he held up Jead in his arms, and convinced him to take one of them.  Jead picked a small peach, and show it to father.  Both mother and father were smiling.  ***  Jead cannot visualize face of his own father anymore; however, the feel of father's hand still remains in his hand,     After a while of daydreaming, suddenly Jead felt warmness.  Then he laid on the ground...  Rain stated to fall after a while...  Not many people were walking around in the slum...  No one recognized remain of poor boy....  *  *  *  Jead woke up, on the bed. Room was in darkness of the night. Hanger caused him wide-awake. Then he realized a wired feeling. A feeling as he had been sleeping in cold outside. Also he felt strong tiredness.  At the first, he thought his swollen face caused those weird feelings. However, that idea seemed to be wrong. He stopped thinking. He got out from his bed and started to look for a food. He thought he will be able to figure out about those wired feelings if he eats something.  As he was searching for foods in the kitchen, he found an empty pail.  “Need to go get water...”  He grabbed empty pail and started to walk towards the door quietly not to wake his mother up.  However, he felt down due to his tiredness and he made a big noise.  Mother awoke by that noise, and she quickly got closer to Jead.  “Why you are making such a noise! Trying to steal some food? You are disgusting thief!”  Jead kicked hard by his mother.  “You!! Useless fool!”  Mother continued to kick him again, and again, and again.  He was about to losing his consciousness.  Mother stopped kicking and dragged him to the door and threw him outside the door.  Jead was lying down on the street, again.  There was no light around.  *  *  *  Jead woke up, on the bed. It was still dark outside.  This time he remembered everything. He remembered being kicked a great amount of times by his mother. He remembered being threw to outside.  He understood this is the same night as before.  Somehow that night keeps coming back to Jead.  He started to cry quietly. Now he surely knew he is going to be beaten by mother again.  When he turned his sight to the other side of the room, he found pail.  “Maybe it has water inside.”  That was his last hope. With the body in pain, he started to crawl towards to that pail.  He reached pail.  It was empty inside.  He lost all of his strength and crouched beside of pail.  He looked in to pail again. It is still empty.  While he was looking into pail, some feeling started welling up inside of him.  That feeling was anger.  Anger of pail being empty, anger of being forced to draw water, and anger of violence from his mother, every single matter had connected together.  His heart started to beat violently. All of tiredness disappeared from his body.  He started to think the way to express his anger.  While he was thinking, he saw his mother sleeping on her bed. He thought she might be able to hear his wild heart beat, and if she awoke by Jead, will start beating him badly.  That imagination made him move.  He quickly grabbed a hard wine bottle on the table, and swung it down to head of his mother with all of his anger.  Mother made strange sound, however she seemed still alive.  Jead swung a bottle many times into her head again and again.  After a hundreds of strikes, mother was completely dead.  Now Jead knew the way to express his anger.  *  *  *  Jead woke up, on the bed.  It was a quiet morning. Sunlight was coming in to the room.  There was no pain and no tiredness in his body.  A long continues night had finished.  Jead got out from the bed, took bread from a shelf.  He gathered necessary things up while he was eating bread.  He put things into knapsack and got out from his house.  It was warm morning for winter time.  Jead looked back his house once, and then he walked away...