A little boy sat in his room crying, tears crashing down on the bedsheets below.
His parents were fighting again.
His father was a drunk, never coming home until well after midnight, leaving again before the boy awoke each morning. When he actually did come home before dark he was so drunk that he would just eat dinner and then go to bed.
His mother was always home, trying to raise the little boy by herself as best she could.
They always fought, this little boy's parents. Always about things like money, alcohol, relationships with friends, and divorce. The fights had been getting worse, lately, they had taken to throwing books and other objects at each other.
The boys father had finally come home after staying at a hotel for the past week, and his mother started to scream at him about it.
He sat there, this scared little boy, resting his head on his knees which he had raised up to brace against his heaving chest. He was trying to block out the screams of his embattled parents with the lullabys that his Nana had sang to him when he was younger. But they weren't helping, nothing could help stem the steady flow of sorrow coming from this boys eyes.
There was one and only one thing the boy knew of that could help him escape the nightmare that his living world had become and send him on his way into the peaceful embrace of slumber. Alas, it had been taken from him earlier that day while he was at school.
Sick and dying, his cat had been put to sleep to end its suffering.
The boy knew he would eventually fall asleep that night, but it would only be from using all his energy crying.
The boy's cat would normally come into his room every night when his parents began to fight, lay next to him on his pillow, helping him to pass quickly from the hell his house was becoming into the peaceful nirvana of his dreams.
The cats soft fur would be there to soak up all his tears, and the gentle vibration of its fur would help the boy fall asleep.
But not this night. Tonight the boy would be sleeping alone, his soul forever crying, waiting for his cat to push open the door, hop up on his pillow, and help the boy forget about the world.