" Mom!" Bright called out his breathing fast and heavy. It took him a while before he calmed down and assessed the situation, he looked at the hand he streached out, it was covered in bandages.
"Huh?" he said in disbelief.
He was in an hospital room receiving some sort of treatment. He suffered second degree deep burns on his torso and arms. His head suddenly started pulsing hard, pain manifesting all round it. He held it with both his hands feeling as if it was about to explode.
" Wh.... what happened? Why am I like this?" Bright asked himself his eyes wide open almost bulging out of their sockets. Then it all started coming back to him. The numb sensation faded and his wounds reacted tremendous pain coming from them.
A big bang, rubble and blood. This were the components his mind slowly collected for the big picture that caused the calamity. He screamed, not because of the pain he was feeling but because of denial. He didnt want to accept what happened. The medics barged in the room alerted by his deafening scream. They found the boy banging his head on the metallic head rest the bed had. It was horror untill one among the many nurses reacted readying an Anastasia shot and pinned the boy down and pressed the needle into his arm injecting the anesthesia. They left the room once he was out cold, every nurse among the group having put on a disturbed expression on their faces.
A couple of hours passed. Bright awoke this time drained of his energy. The anesthesia was still circulating in his system.
" Boy can you hear me?" said a risspy deep voice focusing a ray of light on Bright's left eye.
His tag read senior doctor Ryan Dempsey. He had brown long hair strapped with a band at the back and overgrown bangs that almost covered his eyes, which had a depressing gaze probably from his experience as a doctor.
The pain from his wounds returned
"It--hurts...it hurts! My body hurts! I Wana see my mommy!" Bright said in a sad manner his tone wanting to bring it out as rage.
The year was 2009, Bright Trixa 14 Year old when he experienced the death of his mother in a very tragic and Gorey way. Bright was the son of Josh Trixa and Gravy Tesshi a family that lived harboring scars and secrets that attracted many dangerous. Unlike Josh, Gracy gave up on that life to dedicate all of her time on her family. Josh tried so but his ties with the underworld were so strong and he was intoxicated with it leading to him abandoning his family for legacy. He wanted his kid to follow in his path but Gracy didnt. She did everything in her power, using all the connections she could aquire to block her and Bright from his reach. Everything was good for a couple of years. Bright grew up like every average kid did, shadowed from his parents darkness, but there was a loophole in Gracy's envision plan. Josh grew anxious over the years. He was haunted by his choices and suffered mentally from it. If he couldnt have his family for himself, no one else would.
He used his power, to eradicate what he believed to be his biggest mistake, his family. He cursed himself for thinking he could love and be loved back for who he really was.
It didnt take long before they were located and taken care of and once the deed was done. The void closed, or so he thought.
Mr Dempsey pulled his hair back as he sighed hinting exhaustion. He didnt know how to express himself well to his patients. He was colder than a blizzard and preferd to lay the truth down no matter how hard it was for whoever was to hear it.
" You sure bout that boy?" he asked his voice calm and collected recalling what he saw earlier," your mother is in a very bad state." he said letting his setting his hair free.
"Fuck do you mean "am I sure"? Let me see my damn mother!" Bright said backing up his words with anger as he forced his body to arise.
The nurses with the Dempsey tried to lay him down but he told them not to.
"Let him be... Its His mother he wants to see, we cant stop him if he wants to." Dempsey said as he got up and headed for the room she was suppose to be in. One of the nurses grabbed a wheelchair wanting to put bright on it, but he pushed her away giving her a sort of death stare that freeked her out. He got off the bed and walked the pain of as he followed the doctor slowly and steadily. He draged his hurt leg and forcefully moved his body even though he could feel muscle slowly tear. All he could think of is finally seeing his mother, nothing else crossed his mind.